Connie looked at her brother curiously.
“I saw you just now. You drove past the gate with Joan. You took her to Langbourne, didn’t you?”
“To the hospital. She went to see that fellow, Con.”
“He told you something about Joan last night, Johnny?”
“He lied about the truest, purest woman who walks this earth.”
“She is incapable of evil,” Con said quietly.
“Utterly. Con, I have something to tell you.”
She turned eagerly.
“It is ended,” he said quietly—“our engagement. Joan and I ended it to-day—not in anger, not in doubt, dear, but liking and admiring each other I think more than ever before, and—and, Con—” He paused.