“Eustace Lane likes you, Winnie,” she remarked.
“I know; that is why I am wondering about him. One does wonder, you see, about the man one may possibly be going to marry.”
There had never been such a man for Jane Fraser, so she said nothing, but succeeded in looking confidential.
Presently Winifred allowed her happy foil to lace her up. She was going to a ball given by the Lanes in Carlton House Terrace.
“Perhaps he will propose to you to-night,” whispered Jane in a gush of excitement as the two girls walked down the stairs to the carriage. “If he does, what will you say?”.
“I don’t know.”
“Oh, darling, but surely——”
“Eustace is so odd. I can’t make him out.”
“That is because he is a genius.”
“He is certainly remarkable—in a way. Good-night, dear.”