"Of what or whom should I be thinking but yourself, Dorothy?" he replied.
"It could not have been a very pleasant thought, I fear, for you sighed deeply," she murmured.
"That is all your fancy, Dorothy," he declared—"that my thoughts were not pleasant. True, I may have sighed, but did you never hear of such a thing as a sigh of contentment?"
She laughed merrily.
"I have heard of it, but thought the words rather misplaced."
"I assure you they are quite true and practicable."
"Where is Iris?" she asked, suddenly.
"I am sure I do not know," he answered, trying to speak carelessly.
"I want to have a real long talk with you, Harry," she said. "I have heard that there should be nothing but the utmost confidence between engaged lovers. Shall it not be so with us?"
"Of course," he answered, starting rather guiltily, for he had a faint intuition of what was coming.