"He's worth more than you and Loring put together!"
"Speaking for myself, I agree," I said.
"There's nothing he can't do!"
"He's done pretty well so far," I conceded, and lit a cigarette.
"It's nothing to what he will do. After Oxford he's going to set out to seek his fortune,"—Sonia had dropped into the very language of a fairy-story. "And when he comes back——"
"You'll marry him," I said at a venture.
"Yes."
"When was all this fixed up?" I asked.
She held out her left hand to me; the third finger was encircled with a piece of blue ribbon. "To-night."
"He bagged that off the cheese-straws at dinner," I said.