"Possibly," he said—"possibly! Well?"
"The fact is," confessed Miss Leslie, after a momentary hesitation, "I have received an offer of marriage."
"Good God!" exclaimed Montagu. "Who is the"—he was about to say "idiot," but corrected himself—"gentleman?"
"His name," said Miss Leslie, casting down her eyes, "is Adolphus Prince. I have known him for many years."
"Extraordinary name! Is he old or young?"
Miss Leslie considered.
"He is about fifty," she said.
"Rather elderly," commented Montagu Falconer, who was only forty-eight. "How old are you, by the way?"
"Forty-two," said Miss Leslie coyly.
"I am bound to say, Jean," remarked Montagu handsomely, "that you don't look it. Now, what of this fellow? Is he a gentleman?"