"I am so glad that you haven't forgotten old times," said the girl aloud; "it's a sign that you aren't wicked, though many people say that you are.... But now—I must say good-by."
And in another moment she was gone. He gazed after her retreating figure as though in a dream.
I went up to him.
"You've given the unfortunate bridegroom rather a bad half hour," I said, laughingly.
"What!" he asked, quickly, "is she engaged?"
"I heard some one say so just now."
"To whom?"
"I don't know. Didn't she tell you about it?"
"No," he answered, and then begged me to go home—he had had enough of the party.
That was their first meeting.