affectation slipped, she saw in him another man.
"I am an out-and-out fraud," he confessed, with the gayest of smiles.
"I am not in love with you, and I am inexpressibly glad that you are
not in love with me. Oh, Margaret, Margaret--you don't mind if I call
you that, do you? I shall have to, in any event, because I like you so
tremendously now that we are not going to be married--you have no idea
what a night I spent."
"I consider it most peculiar and unsympathetic of my hair not to have
turned gray. I thought you were going to have me, you see."
Margaret was far to much astonished to be angry.