Charley throwing himself down carelessly into the opposite chair, returned lightly:
“Very complimentary, I am sure, for I fancied you were thinking of the other fellow.”
She wrinkled her brows at him.
“The other fellow?”
“Yes, you know, Rosalind—the one who was so nice you would have accepted his proposal if you hadn’t been engaged to me.”
“So Marie told you that nonsense, Charley! Ha! ha! Of course it was only a jest!” laughed Rosalind, looking up at him with arch blue eyes, full of tenderness.
Charley Bonair did not return the fond glance, he looked at her with serious gravity, unmoved by all her coquettish beauty and rich attire. He answered frankly:
“I am sorry to hear that it was a jest. I hoped it was truth.”
“Charley!”
“Yes, I hoped it was true,” he reiterated gravely, “because I came in here to tell you it was not too late to call him back.”