"Have I, Cary?" The soft echo of the old, throaty crow was in her voice. "I ought to be a ruin. I've had troubles enough."
"Troubles? You? Haven't you been well?"
"D'you think that's the only kind of trouble a girl can have? There are others! I came near having the worst of 'em four months ago."
"Why then?"
"Date of my wedding," said Pat briefly, with intent to create a sensation. She failed.
"Yes; I heard you were to have been married," he remarked calmly.
"And the rest of it?"
"That you broke off your engagement? Yes."
"Who told you?"
"I found a letter when the ship docked. From James."