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“Does she?” It was my turn to ask questions now, but my heart thumped so that I could hardly speak.

“Yes, she says she was too hasty and unreasonable. She didn’t mean to flirt at all–and she never cared for anyone but–him. But his jealousy irritated her. I suppose she said things to him she didn’t really mean. She–she never supposed he was going to take her at her word.”

“Do you think she cares for him still?” Considering what was at stake, I think I asked the question very well.

“I think she must,” said Jane languidly. “She has never looked at any other man. She devotes most of her time to charitable work, but I feel sure she isn’t really happy.”

So the settlement story was true. Oh, Jane!

“What would you advise my cousin to do?” I asked. “Do you think he should go boldly to her? Would she listen to him–forgive him?”

“She might,” said Jane.

“Have I your permission to tell Elliott Cameron this?” I demanded.

Jane selected and ate an olive with maddening deliberation.

“I suppose you may–if you are really convinced that he wants to hear it,” she said at last, as if barely recollecting that I had asked the question two minutes previously.

“I’ll tell him as soon as I go home,” I said.

I had the satisfaction of startling Jane at last. She turned her head and looked at me. I got a good, square, satisfying gaze into her big, blackish-blue eyes.

“Yes,” I said, compelling myself to look away. “He came in on the boat this afternoon too late for his train. Has to stay over till to-morrow night. I left him in my rooms when I came away. Doubtless to-morrow will see him speeding recklessly to his dear divinity. I wonder if he knows where she is at present.”

“If he doesn’t,” said Jane, with the air of dismissing the subject once and forever from her mind, “I can give him the information. You may tell him I’m staying with the Duncan Moores, and shall be leaving day after to-morrow. By the way, have you seen Mrs. Kennedy’s collection of steins? It is a remarkably fine one.”

Clark Oliver couldn’t come to our wedding–or wouldn’t. Jane has never met him since, but she cannot understand why I have such an aversion to him, especially when he has such a good opinion of me. She says she thought him charming, and one of the most interesting conversationalists she ever went out to dinner with.