"The devil you did!"
Ingram dropped his companion's arm and stood looking at him.
"Well, I knew you would be angry," said the younger man in a tone of apology. "And I know I have been too precipitate, but I thought of the short time we should be remaining here, and of the difficulty of getting an explanation made at another time; and it was really only to give her a hint as to my own feelings that I spoke. I could not bear to wait any longer."
"Never mind about yourself," said Ingram somewhat curtly: "what did Sheila say?"
"Well, nothing definite. What could you expect a girl to say after so short an acquaintance? But this I can tell you, that the proposal is not altogether distasteful to her, and that I have her permission to speak of it at some future time, when we have known each other longer."
"You have?"
"Yes."
"You are quite sure?"
"Certain."
"There is no mistake about her silence, for example, that might have led you into misinterpreting her wishes altogether?"