He got up.
"Oh, Lois, I'm so sorry.... But I couldn't tell. I've had something else on my mind all these weeks—something that for the last three days I've been trying to tell you. Margery and I are engaged to be married."
That took the colour from her face. She stepped back, putting one hand on the mantelpiece to steady herself.
"Margery!... You! That stupid little idiot!"
There she made a mistake. He took her retort as a dog takes a douse of water, shaking his head resentfully.
"You mustn't say that, Lois. And after all, it was you that brought us together."
"I!" Her indignation as she turned on him was red-hot.
"Yes. I was sorry for her when you turned her off. I went to see her. We agreed about you from the beginning, and that was a bond."
"Agreed about me?"