“On yours, of course—”
“No joking; I am in earnest. The question between us girls is this: it is plain to us all that he is in love—”
“Then, why on earth—”
“Don’t you know that when you wish to find out about one thing the best way is to ask about another?”
“That aphorism, I must confess, is entirely new to me.”
“Well, it is a household word with women. Of course he is in love; we—all of us girls, I mean—know that. But with whom? That is the question which divides us.”
“And you wish to put that conundrum to me? Indeed, I know nothing about it.”
“Nor suspect?”
Charley hesitated.
“Honor bright? Oh, don’t be so hateful!”