“Not well. But I’m going to, I hope.”
Estridge glanced up interrogatively, suddenly remembering all the uncontradicted gossip concerning a tacit understanding between Shotwell, Jr., and Elorn Sharrow. It is true that no engagement had been announced; but none had been denied, either. And Miss Sharrow had inherited her mother’s fortune. And Shotwell, Jr., made only a young man’s living.
“You ought to be rather careful with such a girl,” he remarked carelessly.
“How, careful?”
“Well, she’s rather perilously attractive, isn’t she?” insisted Estridge smilingly.
“She’s extremely interesting.”
“She certainly is. She’s rather an amazing girl in her way. More amazing than perhaps you imagine.”
“Amazing?”
“Yes, even astounding.”
“For example?”