"Where are your eyes ?" she asked.

"Sir Lyon's head over heels in love with Helen Brabazon; and I've been wondering these last few days whether that quiet, demure girl is quite as unconscious of his state as she pretends to be!" And then, as she began pouring out a cup of tea for the man who was now looking at her with a dismayed, surprised expression on his face, she went on composedly: "It would be rather amusing if two engagements were to come out of your house-party, Lionel--wouldn't it ?" But he answered at once, in a harsh, decided tone, "I think you're quite mistaken, Blanche.

Why, they've hardly exchanged two words together." Blanche put down the tea-pot.

She began to laugh--she really couldn't help it.

"You must have been deaf as well as blind!" she exclaimed.
"They've been together perpetually! I admit that that's been his doing--not hers.