"Nor did I say that, either," she said, laughing.
"Then what the deuce do you say?"
"Nothing, unless I'm entreated politely."
"I entreat you, cousin, most politely," I said.
"Then I may tell you that, though I trouble my head nothing as to wedlock, I am betrothed."
"Betrothed!" I repeated, angrily disappointed, yet I could not think why.
"Yes--pledged."
"To whom?"
"To a man, silly."
"A man!"