"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."
"I beg your pardon," I remarked grimly.
"Oh, you know what I mean: not that kind of experience, of course. But breach of promise cases and that sort of thing. I have a photograph of him with something written over it."
"Something compromising?" I inquired.