"He talked in the most interesting way about——"
"Himself," said Mark.
"No."
"About you?"
"Wrong again! He talked, nearly all the time, about a dear friend of mine whom I had not seen for years."
"I suppose you have dear friends in every town in Europe," said Mark.
The shameless coquette nodded. How her eyes sparkled.
"And who is this dear friend Pynsent knows?"
"Mr. Pynsent was talking about—you," said Betty.
"Betty, dear, forgive me! I am an ass, a silly, jealous ass. And seeing you to-night I—I——"