It was the natural and obvious thing for them to do.

She'd get engaged to some brainy clever chap worth a dozen of his own mediocre self....

Of course she liked him dearly as a pal and all that, an ancient crony and chum--but how should he hope to compete with the brilliant fellers she'd meet as she went about more, and knew them.

She was going to have a season in London next year.

Think of the kind of chaps she'd run across in Town in the season.