“Then you ought at once to consult a physician for a bad case of insomnia. I thought your eyes looked a bit weary.”
“You vile thing!” she answered. “Ted never said such a thing as that in his life.”
“Then you have been trying to learn to love Ted? I thought you had a faithless look about you—all except about your eyes. Alas, from the way you talk I know you must be married already to this Ted.”
“I’m not!” she said, unguardedly. “I refused only to-night to set the day.”
“This was a thoughtfulness toward me I had not expected,” said Rust, complacently. “But you are betrothed, and this was unkind.”
“Unkind to whom?” she demanded.
“To Ted—and to me.”
“You will like Ted,” she told him, more artfully.
“At the other end of a duel, yes—immensely.”
“He’s a terrible swordsman,” she said, to urge him on.