"I mean, of course, in quite a proper way; that is, without the poor girl knowing anything about it.

But I thing _he_ knew it right enough." Blanche remained silent.

Bubbles' words were making her feel curiously uneasy.

They threw a light on certain things which had puzzled her.
"Lionel Varick marked her down long ago," went on Bubbles slowly.

"On the evening that she arrived I saw that he had quite made up his mind to marry her.