She smiled at him with the lips of a child and the eyes of a woman.
“Yes,” he agreed after a struggle, “you are right. But now I must begin all over again. It will be a long time before I shall be able to claim you. I have my way to make.”
“Yes,” said she diplomatically.
“But you!” he cried suddenly. “The papers remind me. How about that Morton?”
“What about him?” asked the girl, astonished. “He is very happily engaged.”
Thorpe's face slowly filled with blood.
“You'll break the engagement at once,” he commanded a little harshly.
“Why should I break the engagement?” demanded Hilda, eying him with some alarm.
“I should think it was obvious enough.”
“But it isn't,” she insisted. “Why?”