"That's what he writes. Did you ever hear of anything quicker?"
"How funny," she said. "Bunny and Sylvia? I knew he was attentive to her but——"
"You mean Dysart?" he said carelessly. "Oh, he's only a confirmed débutante chaser; a sort of social measles. They all recover rapidly."
"I had the—social measles," said Geraldine, smiling.
Duane repressed a shiver. "It's inevitable," he said gaily.... "That Bunny is a decent fellow."
"Will you show me his letter?" she asked, extending her hand as a matter of course.
"No, dear."
She looked up surprised.
"Why not? Oh—I beg your pardon, dear——"
Duane bent over, kissed her hand, and tossed the letter into the fire. It was her first experience in shadows cast before, and it came to her with a little shock that no two are ever one in the prosier sense of the theory.