She didn't suggest anything, merely repeating her faith, going on while she looked at George curiously.
"So all the time, George—and I didn't really guess, but I might have known you would. I can remember now that day at Princeton when I asked you about her dog, and your anxiety one night at Josiah's when you wanted to know if she was going to be married—oh, plenty of hints now. George! Why did you let it go so far?"
"Couldn't help myself, Betty."
She looked at him helplessly.
"And what have you done to her?"
"If you can't guess——" George said.
Betty smiled reminiscently.
"Perhaps I can guess. You would do just that, George, when there was nothing else."
"You don't blame me?" he asked. "You don't ask, as Lambert did, why I waited so long?"
She shook her head.