"To Wenkendorf," he whispers, advancing a step nearer her, as she makes no reply.
"What did he write to you?" Harry persists.
"That is no concern of yours."
"What if I guess that, too?"
"Then I hope you will keep your knowledge to yourself, and not mention your guess to any one," Zdena exclaims, eagerly.
"He proposed to you," Harry says, softly.
Zdena sighs impatiently.
"Well, yes!" she admits at last, turning to Harry a blushing face as she goes on. "But I really could not help it. I did what I could to prevent it, but men are so conceited and headstrong. If one of them takes an idea into his head there is no disabusing him of it."
"Indeed! is that the way with all men?" Harry asks, ready to burst into a laugh.
"Yes, except when they have other and worse faults,--are suspicious and bad-tempered."