“Yes, that's it,” said she.
“I am glad to hear it,” said I, much pleased that she had taken such a sensible view. “But you are engaged to him.”
“I was.”
“You have broken the engagement, then?”
“No, I—haven't,” she said.
“Then he has broken it?”
She did not appear to resent this catechism.
“That's the strange part of it,” said Miss Trevor, “he hasn't even thought it necessary.”
“It is clear, then, that you are still engaged to him,” said I, smiling at her blank face.
“I suppose I am,” she cried. “Isn't it awful? What shall I do, Mr. Crocker? You are so sensible, and have had so much experience.”