He had threatened to throw himself into the Seine; she remembered that quite well--and also the fact that he did nothing of the sort, but had a very jolly time at Maxim's and sent her flowers by way of repentance.

Knowing Freddie so well, it would not have surprised her in the least to find that he had become engaged to Katherine.

His heart was a very flexible organ.
[Illustration: Katherine] "Oh," said Katherine, "I believe he did say that you had mentioned us." Of herself she was asking: "I wonder if she is in love with him!" And thus it transpired that Freddie Ulstervelt--addlepated, good-looking, inconstant Freddie, just out of college--was transformed into a bone of contention, whether he would or no.
He was of the kind who love or make love to every new girl they meet, seriously enough at the time, but easily passed over if need be.

Rebuffs may have puzzled him, but they left no jagged scar.

He belonged to that class which upsets the tranquillity of inexperienced maidens by whispering intensely, "God, it's grand!" And he means it at the moment.
Katherine Rodney was in love with him.