"I admired her pluck tremendously."
"Did Verinder—and Bleyer—and Lady Farquhar?"
"How do I know what they thought?" flamed the girl. "If Mr. Verinder is cad enough——" She stopped, recalling certain obligations she was under to that gentleman.
"Why did she do it?"
She flashed a look of feminine scorn at him. "You'll have to ask Moya that—if you want to know."
He nodded his head slowly. "That's just what I'm going to do."
"You'll have more time to talk with her—now that Joyce is engaged and daren't flirt with you," his cousin suggested maliciously.
Though he tried to carry this off with a laugh, the color mounted to his face. "I've been several kinds of an idiot in my time."
"Don't you dare try any nonsense with Moya," her friend cried, a little fiercely.
"No," he agreed.