You've fallen into a way of talking of your friend Craig behind his back that's unworthy--perhaps not of you, but certainly of the person you pose as being." "Did you propose to him this afternoon ?" demanded Grant.
Margaret grew cold from head to foot.

"Does he say I did ?" she succeeded in articulating.
"He does.

He was so excited that he jumped off a car and held me an hour telling me, though he was late for one of those important conferences he's always talking about." Margaret had chosen her course.

"Did he ask you to run and tell me he had told you ?" inquired she, with the vicious gleam of a vicious temper in her fine hazel eyes.
"No," admitted Grant.

"I suppose I've no right to tell you.