"Of course I do," he said.
* * * * * *
It was late when Jimmy got back to his rooms that night. Mrs. Wyatt had insisted on him staying to dinner. There was no doubt that she was delighted at the turn affairs had taken, though she had said that it was soon—very soon. They must be engaged a few months at least, to make sure—quite sure.
She kissed Jimmy—she kissed Christine; she said she was very happy.
Jimmy felt a cad. He was thankful when the evening was ended. He drew a great breath of relief when he walked away from the hotel.
He was an engaged man—and engaged to Christine. He felt as if someone had snapped handcuffs on his wrists.
Being Christine's fiancé would mean a very different thing from being engaged to Cynthia.
The two girls lived very different lives, had been brought up very differently.
Jimmy had liked the free and easy Bohemianism of the set in which
Cynthia moved; he was not so sure about Christine's.
He was utterly wretched as he walked home. He had tied himself for life; there would be no slipping out of this engagement.