"Silence gives consent," said the girl, after waiting vainly for him to speak, and then he bowed coldly.
"Then it is he," she said. "Ah, dear me! what has Captain Lancaster done?"
"That is between him and me," said the soldier, with a sulky air.
The red lips dimpled. Leonora rather enjoyed the situation.
"You will not tell me?" she said.
"I beg your pardon—no," he answered, resolutely.
"Then I will tell you," she said: "you think he has treated you unfairly, that he has taken advantage of you."
De Vere stared.
"How can you possibly know, Miss West?" he asked, pulling sulkily at the ends of his dark mustache.
"I am very good at guessing," demurely.