"If you suppose I am so guileless as not to know that you were
coming here this afternoon to tell me you were regretfully compelled to
give me up on account of a more important engagement, then you
conspicuously fail to guess right. I read it in your note."
He gave up attempting to reprove her. It did not seem feasible under the
circumstances. Instead, he held out the hand of peace, and she took it with
a laugh of gay camaraderie.
"Well," he smiled, "it seems possible that we may both soon be subjects for
congratulation. That just shows how things work around right. We never
would have suited each other, you know."
"I'm quite sure we shouldn't," agreed Virginia promptly. "But I don't think
I'll trouble you to congratulate me till you see me wearing another
solitaire."
"We'll hope for the best," he said cheerfully. "If it is the man I think,
he is a better man than I am."
"Yes, he is," she nodded, without the least hesitation.
"I hope you will be happy with him."
"I'm likely to be happy without him."
"Not unless he is a fool."
"Or prefers another lady, as you do.
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