"You're not the only happy men in the world," he shouted. "I'm happier than the three of you put together, I am! Because my Darling is the best and most beautiful of all Darlings, and if any man dares to gainsay that, let him just step outside with me for five minutes--that's all." Colonel Meredith's hair bristled like the mane of a fighting terrier. "Do you mean to say," he whispered to Maud in a sort of savage whisper, "that I've got to swallow that insult without protest?" It was on the tip of Maud's tongue to say that she didn't know what he meant. But how could she say that when she knew perfectly well? "Only give me the right to answer him," continued the sincere warrior. He rose to his feet. "Is it yes--or no?" "It's yes--yes," exclaimed Maud and, horrified with herself, she leaned back blushing and full of wonder. "Mr. Jonstone--Mr. Bob--Jonstone!" cried Colonel Meredith. Mr. Jonstone's attention was presently attracted, and he gave his cousin a glittering look. "I'll be only too delighted to step outside with you for five minutes," said Colonel Meredith. And the cousins glared and glared at each other. But whether or not they were really in earnest, if only for a moment, will never be known; at any rate, each of them appeared suddenly to perceive something comic about the other, and both burst into peals of schoolboy laughter. Only Gay's happiness seemed a little forced, and her mother's. XXXV Gay hardly slept at all. She was at her window half the night asking troubled questions of the stars and of the moon and of the moonlight on the lake. She had not, during the summer, taken her sisters' affairs very seriously, perhaps because she was so seriously engrossed with her own. She had, even in her heart, almost accused them of flirting and carrying on lest time hang heavy on their hands. Her own romance she had supposed all along to be real, the others mere reflections of romantic places and situations. But it began to look as if only her own romance had been spurious. It was a long time since she had heard from Pritchard. He had told her very simply that he was now the Earl of Merrivale, and that, as soon as certain things were settled and arranged, he intended to return to America. After that, there had been no word from him of any kind. She tried to comfort herself with the thought that if he was that kind of man--blow hot, blow cold--she was well rid of him, and she failed dismally. A man is in love with a certain girl. He learns that she is vain, gay, extravagant, heartless, and going to marry some other man. Does any of this comfort him? Not if he is in love with her, it doesn't. Not a bit. So Gay could say to herself: "He's thoughtless and inconstant, and I'm well out of it!" She could say that, and she did say that, and then she buried her face in her pillow and cried very quietly and very hard. She was up before the sun.