The eyes of Joyce went straight to Kilmeny in appeal for charity. In them he read both fear and shame, as well as a hint of defiant justification.
Even before the mine owner spoke everybody in the room knew what had happened on the veranda.
"Congratulate me, Lady Farquhar. Miss Seldon has promised to be my wife," Verinder sang out chirpily.
There was a chorus of ejaculations, of excited voices. Joyce disappeared into the arms of her friends, while Farquhar and Captain Kilmeny shook hands with the beaming millionaire and congratulated him. Jack's hands were filled with sheet music, but he nodded across to his successful rival.
"You're a lucky man to have won so true a heart, Mr. Verinder," he said composedly.
Joyce heard the words and caught the hidden irony. Her heart was in her throat. Did he mean to tell more?
Presently it came his turn to wish her joy. Jack looked straight at her. There was a hard smile on his sardonic face.
"I believe the right man has won you, Miss Seldon. All marriages aren't made in Heaven, but—— I've been hoping Mr. Verinder would lose out because he wasn't good enough for you. But I've changed my mind. He's just the man for you. Hope you'll always love him as much as you do now."
Joyce felt the color beat into her cheeks. She knew now that Kilmeny was not going to betray her, but she knew too that he understood and despised her.