4/15 I ran across Rooke himself and it was he who told me. They're to be married very shortly, I believe." Fell another awkward silence. Then: "So old Rooke will be in the cart with the rest of us poor married men," observed Barry, whose lazy blue eyes had yet contrived to notice that Nan's slim fingers were nervously occupied in crumbling her bread into small pieces. Former husband, a steel magnate or something of the sort." "Well, that will help Maryon in his profession," said Nan, "with a quiet composure that was rather astonishing. But, as usual, in a social crisis of this nature, she seemed able to control her voice, though her restless fingers betrayed her. |