Two pairs of eyes stared at mine with a prying gaze.
Gwendolyn leaned forward and grasped my hand.
“Who in the world is he in love with?” she asked, eagerly. “Tell me at once.”
“Himself!” Mrs. Norris exclaimed, before I could answer.
“No; with Gwendolyn,” I ventured.
Both seemed to relax suddenly, and their backs touched the upholstery.
“I haven't a doubt of it,” was my firm assertion.
The fair maid leaned toward me again.
“You misguided man!” she exclaimed. “Why do you think that?”
“For many reasons and—one,”