"But you are engaged?" Carlotta was relieved, but not satisfied.
Tony shook her head.
"Absolutely not. We are both free as air—technically. If you were in love yourself you would know how much that amounts to by way of freedom."
Carlotta's golden head was bowed. She did not answer her friend's implication that she could not be expected to comprehend the delicate, invisible, omnipotent shackles of love.
"Don't tell anyone, Carlotta, please. It is our secret—Alan's and mine.
Maybe it will always he a secret unless he—measures up."
"You are not going to tell your uncle?"
"There is nothing to tell yet."
"And I suppose this is the end of poor Dick."
"Don't be silly, Carlotta. Dick never said a word of love to me in his life."
"That doesn't mean he doesn't think 'em. You have convenient eyes, Tony darling. You see only what you wish to see."