"His state of mind is one thing and mine is another. How can I marry every man that hangs about me—that dogs my footsteps? I might as well become a Mormon at once!" Mrs. Luna delivered herself of this argument with a certain charitable air, as if her sister could not be expected to understand such a situation by her own light.
Olive waived the discussion, and simply said: "I took for granted you had got him the invitation."
"I, my dear? That would be quite at variance with my attitude of discouragement."
"Then she simply sent it herself."
"Whom do you mean by 'she'?"
"Mrs. Burrage, of course."
"I thought that you might mean Verena," said Mrs. Luna casually.
"Verena—to him? Why in the world——?" And Olive gave the cold glare with which her sister was familiar.
"Why in the world not—since she knows him?"
"She had seen him twice in her life before last night, when she met him for the third time and spoke to him."