"If that is true, why doesn't he bring some proof of it?"
"Proof!" she cried scornfully. "Between friends—"
"He's no friend of mine. The man is a meddler. I despise him."
The scarlet flooded her cheeks. "And I am liking him very, very much," she flung back stanchly.
Macdonald looked up at the vivid, flushed face and found it wholly charming. He liked her none the less because her fine eyes were hot and defiant in behalf of his rival.
"Very well," he smiled. "I'll get him out if you'll do me a good turn too."
"Thank you. It's a bargain."
"Then sing to me."
She moved to the piano. "What shall I sing?"
"Sing 'Divided.'"