See what a good memory I have--your plan of marrying her to Musgrave, how does that work ?" "_My_ plan!" cry I, tremulously, while a sudden torrent of scarlet pours all over my face and neck.

"I do not know what you are talking about! I never had any such plan! Phew!" (lifting up the arm that is round my waist, hastily removing it, rising and going to the window), "how hot this room grows of an afternoon!".