“Have they any idea?”
“No. Benny’s sister said he talked quite frankly about getting married. But he wouldn’t say a word about the woman.”
“I hardly think he will find Edith heart-broken.” Towne glanced across the table. Edith was not wearing the willow. No shadow marred her lovely countenance. Her eyes were clear and shining pools of sweet content.
Her uncle was proud of that high-held head. He and Edith might not always hit it off. But, by Jove, he was proud of her.
“No, she’s not heart-broken,” Adelaide’s cool tone disturbed his reflections, “she is getting her heart mended.”
“What do you mean?”
“They are an attractive pair, little Jane and her brother. And the boy has lost his head.”
“Over Edith? Oh, well, she plays around with him; there’s nothing serious in it.”
“Don’t be too sure. She’s interested.”
“What makes you insist on that?” irritably.