“Thank you,” she smiled coolly, and her heart raced. “May I hope that your good wishes still obtain even though I must seek my happiness apart from Mr. Ridgway?” He held her for an instant’s grave, astonished questioning, before which her eyes fell. Her thoughts side-tracked swiftly to long for and to dread what was coming. “Am I being told—you must pardon me if I have misunderstood your meaning—that you are no longer engaged to Mr. Ridgway?” She made obvious the absence of the solitaire she had worn. Before the long scrutiny of his steady gaze: her eyes at last fell. “If you don’t mind, I’ll postpone going just yet,” he said quietly. Her racing heart assured her fearfully, delightfully, that she did not mind at all. “I have no time and no compass to take my bearings. You will pardon me if what I say seems presumptuous?” Silence, which is not always golden, oppressed her. Why could she not make light talk as she had been wont to do with Waring Ridgway? “But if I ask too much, I shall not be hurt if you deny me,” he continued. “For how long has your engagement with Mr. Ridgway been broken, may I ask?” “Between fifteen and twenty minutes.” “A lovers’ quarrel, perhaps!” he hazarded gently. “On the contrary, quite final and irrevocable Mr. Ridgway and I have never been lovers. She was not sure whether this last was meant as a confession or a justification. “Not lovers?” He waited for her to explain Her proud eyes faced him. “We became engaged for other reasons. I thought that did not matter. But I find my other reasons were not sufficient. To-day I terminated the engagement. But it is only fair to say that Mr. Ridgway had come here for that purpose. I merely anticipated him.” Her self-contempt would not let her abate one jot of the humiliating truth. She flayed herself with a whip of scorn quite lost on Hobart. A wave of surging hope was flushing his heart, but he held himself well in hand. “I must be presumptuous still,” he said. “I must find out if you broke the engagement because you care for another man?” She tried to meet his shining eyes and could not. “You have no right to ask that.” “Perhaps not till I have asked something else. I wonder if I should have any chance if I were to tell you that I love you?” Her glance swept him shyly with a delicious little laugh. “You never can tell till you try.”