And he had no inclination at all to talk about his engagement.

He tried to say something, tried to imagine what a man happily engaged to be married would find to say to a sympathetic woman-friend about it.

He could think of nothing, only that so far as he could see there was no consciousness in the serious bright eyes that watched him.

To be sure he ought to be glad.

He would be the most miserable hound on earth if he wished her to be unhappy because he was marrying his cousin.