"You can say that you don't know, if anyone should be so rude as to ask." Suddenly she caught her breath and stared at him in a sort of panic.

"Heavens," she whispered, the toast poised half-way to her lips, "_you_'re not, by any chance, engaged, are you?
Appalling thought!" He laughed delightedly.

"People won't ask about me, my dear Constance.
I'm already married, you know.

But if anyone _should_ ask, you're not obliged to answer." She looked troubled and uncertain.

"You may be really married, after all," she speculated.