“I think you are bluffing.”
“It was Delight Haverford.”
“Delight!”
She knew then that she was wrong, but it was her chance to assail Delight and she took it.
“That—child!” she continued contemptuously. “Don't you suppose I've seen how she looks at you? I'm not afraid of her. You are too much a man of the world to let her put anything over on you. At least, I thought you were. Of course, if you like milk and water?”
“It was not Delight,” he said doggedly. “And I don't think we need to bring her into this at all. She's not in love with me. She wouldn't wipe her feet on me.”
Which was unfortunate. Marion smiled slowly.
“Oh! But you are good enough for me to be engaged to! I wonder!”
He went to the window and stood for a moment looking out. Then he went slowly back to her.
“I'm not good enough for you to be engaged to, Marion,” he said. “I—don't you want to call it a day?”