"Do you suppose they haven't guessed?"
"Not from anything I've said or done, I can assure you."
She sprang up indignantly.
"Have you no sense of honor?"
"Look here," he answered, with his most ingratiating manner, "I'll be a son to you, Madge—an affectionate, dutiful—"
"You coward!" she cried.
Heriot found himself alone in his library with his engagement satisfactorily ended.