“Ah, that I really don’t know,” she answered gaily. “You would be the accused.”
“But neither of us are guilty, therefore we can return with absolutely clear consciences, can’t we?”
“Certainly,” she laughed. Then, after a brief pause, she asked, “Why did you not bring Mary out in preference to me?”
“Why do you ask?” I inquired in surprise.
“Well—it would be only natural, as you are engaged to her.”
“Engaged to her?” I echoed. “I’m certainly not engaged to Mary Blain.”
“Aren’t you?” she exclaimed. “I always understood you were.”
“Oh, no,” I said. “We are old friends. We were boy and girl together, but that is all.”
Her great blue eyes opened with a rather bewildered air, and she exclaimed—
“How strange that people should make such a mistake! I had long ago heard of you as Mary’s future husband.”