“Look here,” said George suddenly. “Why did you send for me?”
Miss Willow, who had been about to drink, set down her cup.
“Because I knew you would help.”
“Why?”
“Because you love me,” said Julia boldly.
Fulke emptied his glass.
“If I find it,” he said, “will you marry me?”
Miss Willow started. This was not according to plan. For a moment she
thought very fast. Then—
“You’re too young, dear,” she said gently. “You shall take me about, I
promise—until I’m engaged again. And I’ll be awfully nice. But I
couldn’t marry you, George.”
“Then where,” said George slowly, “where do I come in?”
There was a pregnant silence.