He left them. He could not trust himself to say more.
"That letter was from his uncle, I suppose," said Enid, awe-stricken.
"It must be something very dramatic which would make him act so strangely. Why has he run away? Was he afraid to trust us with his news?"
There was a sharp vehemence in Constance's voice which did not escape her sister's sharp ears.
"Connie," said Enid, quietly, "as sure as Jack loves me, that man is in love with you."
"Enid—"
But the other girl laughed, with a touch of her saucy humor.
"Why did he look at you in that way just now? Didn't you think he was going to embrace you on the spot? Confess!"
"It was at you he was looking."
"Not in the way I mean. He gazed at me as if I were a spirit. But when you touched him he awoke. He might have been asleep and suddenly seen you near him. I wonder he didn't say, 'Kiss me, dearest, and then I will be sure it is not a dream.'"