Rose's eyes expressed quick sympathy.
"Norma! You mean engaged? But then how did he ever come to care for you?" she followed it up anxiously.
"I don't know!" Norma said, with a shrug.
"But, Nono, why do you think he does like you? Has he said so?"
Norma had freed her hand, and pulled on her rough little cream-coloured gloves. Now she spread her five fingers, and looked at them with slightly raised brows and slightly compressed lips.
"No," she said, briefly and quietly.
Rose's face was full of distress. Again she reached for Norma's fingers.
"Dearest—I'm so sorry! But—but it doesn't make you feel very badly, does it, Norma?"
Norma did not answer.
"Ah, it does!" Rose said, pitifully. "Are you so sure you care?"