"Oh, yes; he sent us tickets. Do you know how long he stays in England? He ought to wait for my wedding."
"So I told him," said Captain Brooke slowly, balancing a long screw-driver with which he was playing across one finger of his left hand.
"What did he say?"
"Oh!—well, he said several things; but he didn't mean me to repeat them, so don't ask me, please."
She gave an odd, excited laugh. "I don't ask; I order you to tell me."
He gazed upon her, so absorbed in his thoughts about her, that the subject in hand faded out of sight. She could not meet his look. Tossing her head, she turned a little away.
"So you won't tell me?"
"Tell you what?"
"What he said."
"What who said?"