“Yes,” said the girl quite low.
“And I asked no questions?”
“No,” she said, even lower.
“But now I’ve got to know. I’ve got a right to know.”
“Why?” It was the merest whisper. “Because I’ve come back loving you more than when you left me. I wouldn’t have believed it possible. But it’s so. Every hope and wish of my heart is bound up in you. Darcy, is it broken off between you and Montrose Veyze?”
She raised her eyes to his. The color flushed and trembled adorably in her face. She spoke, clear and sweet as music.
“There never was anything between me and Sir Montrose Veyze.”
“You mean,” said the astounded Remsen, “that you were only acquaintances?”
“If Sir Montrose walked into the room this minute I shouldn’t know him.”
“But, how—”