"It is like yourself, Miss Queenborough," said he, with a little
bow; and he turned from her and began to talk to his fiancee.
Trix Queenborough moved slowly toward where I sat. Newhaven was
watching her from where he stood alone on the other side of the
room.
"And have you no news for us?" I asked in low tones.
"Thank you," she said haughtily; "I don't care that mine should
be a pendent to the great tidings about the little widow and
curate."
After a moment's pause she went on:
"He lost no time, did he? He was wise to secure her before what
happened this afternoon could leak out. Nobody can tell her
now."
"This afternoon?"
"He asked me to marry him this afternoon."
"And you refused?"
"Yes."
"Well, his behavior is in outrageously bad taste, but----"
She laid a hand on my arm, and said in calm, level tones.
"I refused him because I dared not have him; but I told him I
cared for him, and he said he loved me. And I let him kiss me.
Good-night, Mr. Wynne."
I sat still and silent. Newhaven came across to us. Trix put up
her hand and caught him by the sleeve.
"Fred," she said, "my dear, honest old Fred; you love me, don't
you?"
Newhaven, much embarrassed and surprised, looked at me in alarm.
But her hand was in his now, and her eyes imploring him.
"I should rather think I did, my dear," said he.
I really hope that Lord and Lady Newhaven will not be very
unhappy, while Mrs.
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