"When did he say that?"
"Last night. And today."
Burton reflected that Selby certainly knew the advantage of striking when the iron was hot. But he only asked: "Is Mr. Selby a friend of Mr. Underwood's?"
A self-conscious look came into her face, and she dropped her eyes. It was quite evident that her vanity took the jealousy of the two men as a tribute to her powers.
"Does Mr. Selby know that you are engaged to Mr. Underwood?" he asked abruptly.
"N--no!" she stammered.
"Did you tell him that you had just left Mr. Underwood in the garden last night?"
"No," she gasped. "You--you don't think Mr. Underwood would tell?"
"No, I don't think he would," said Burton. "In fact, I feel quite sure he would keep silence on that point, at any cost. But I am going to tell, if it becomes necessary."
"I will never speak to him again," she cried desperately. "I will never see him or speak to him again."