"Bunny and Sylvia?
I knew he was attentive to her but----" "You mean Dysart ?" he said carelessly.

"Oh, he's only a confirmed debutante chaser; a sort of social measles.

They all recover rapidly." "I had the--social measles," said Geraldine, smiling.
Duane repressed a shiver.

"It's inevitable," he said gaily....

"That Bunny is a decent fellow." "Will you show me his letter ?" she asked, extending her hand as a matter of course.
"No, dear." She looked up surprised.
"Why not?
Oh--I beg your pardon, dear----" Duane bent over, kissed her hand, and tossed the letter into the fire.
It was her first experience in shadows cast before, and it came to her with a little shock that no two are ever one in the prosier sense of the theory.
The letter that Duane had read was this: "Sylvia and I were married quietly yesterday and she has told me that you will know why.