"Did you know it, Aunty?"
"How could anyone help knowing it? He shows it all the time. He can't keep his eyes off you."
"Then, why didn't you tell me?"
"Because——Why, it was so evident that we took it for granted you knew."
"We?"
"Your uncle and I, yes."
"Oh! There doesn't seem to be any doubt in his mind that he's in love with me."
"Exactly, Muriel; and he is rich—quite rich. Why, there are hundreds of girls in New York who would give their eyes to catch him. Hundreds of them."
"But he is——" Muriel hesitated.
"Yes?"