"Yes, I should think you would—in most ways."
"Jack!" she was walking very slowly. "Two men—three men, asked me to marry them."
"Ah! I suppose they were not the right ones." He did not quite know what to say.
"Well, two of them were not—but one of them—it was Mr Darwen."
"Good Lord!" Jack turned as though he had been shot. "Are you going to marry him?"
"I don't quite know. I've come home to decide. I don't think I care for him in quite the right way. Why did he break off his engagement to Miss Jameson?"
"Ah—er—I—" Carstairs was thinking, thinking, thinking. He wondered what to do and what to say.
"He told me that he thought he was in love with her till he saw me, then he knew he wasn't."
"Er—yes."
"He's very nice and very handsome, still I know I don't care for him as—as I do for some one else."