"You, Miss Dolores?"
"What?" she teased. "You surely did not think it would be Vievie, did you?"
"Didn't think—"
"Yes—with Jimmy." She held out her hand to Lord James, who clasped it fondly.
Blake caught the glance that passed between them. His face darkened.
"Her?" he muttered. "Didn't think you were the kind to play fast and loose, Jimmy!"
"Tom! You can't believe that of me!" protested the Englishman.
"Couldn't explain matters out there among all your men, y' know, but
Genevieve insisted upon terminating our engagement the very morning
after. I had said nothing. She had already seen her mistake."
"Mistake?" queried Blake.
"You men are so silly," criticised Dolores, with a mischievous glance toward the stove. "You ought to 've known she loved you, all the time. Of course you won't believe it till she herself tells you."
Blake looked about the room. Genevieve was close behind the stove. He shook his head and muttered despondently: "Till she tells me!"