“There's nothing to be jealous about.”
“I've always expected you to get married, Hugh. I've even predicted the type.”
She had, in truth, with an accuracy almost uncanny.
“The only thing I'm afraid of is that she won't like me. She lives in that place you've been going to so much, lately,—doesn't she?”
Of course she had put two and two together, my visits to Elkington and my manner, which I had flattered myself had not been distrait. On the chance that she knew more, from some source, I changed my tactics.
“I suppose you mean Maude Hutchins,” I said.
Nancy laughed.
“So that's her name!”
“It's the name of a girl in Elkington. I've been doing legal work for the Hutchinses, and I imagine some idiot has been gossiping. She's just a young girl—much too young for me.”
“Men are queer creatures,” she declared. “Did you think I should be jealous?”