We're engaged.

Please--please don't--" She began to falter and I felt her weight sag a little against me.
"Well, let go of him," said Sampson.

"I won't hurt him.

Sally, how long has this affair been going on ?" "For weeks--I don't know how long." "Does Diane know ?" "She knows we love each other, but not that we met--did this--" Light swift steps, the rustle of silk interrupted Sampson, and made my heart sink like lead.
"Is that you, George ?" came Miss Sampson's deep voice, nervous, hurried.
"What's all this commotion?
I hear--" "Diane, go on back," ordered Sampson.
Just then Miss Sampson's beautiful agitated face appeared beside Wright.
He failed to prevent her from seeing all of us.
"Papa! Sally!" she exclaimed, in consternation.

Then she swept into the room.