"It's only--" Billy stopped and blushed.

Billy was thinking of what Hugh Calderwell had once said to her: that Bertram Henshaw would never love any girl seriously; that it would always be the turn of her head or the tilt of her chin that he loved--to paint.
"Well; only what ?" demanded Bertram.
Billy blushed the more deeply, but she gave a light laugh.
"Nothing, only something Hugh Calderwell said to me once.

You see, Bertram, I don't think Hugh ever thought you would--marry." "Oh, didn't he ?" bridled Bertram.

"Well, that only goes to show how much he knows about it.

Er--did you announce it--to him ?" Bertram's voice was almost savage now.
Billy smiled.
"No; but I did to his sister, and she'll tell him.