"She is," he said with conviction, at last. "I see her at church every Sunday."
"Oh then, of course she must be—proof conclusive," I answered.
Digby looked at me and then grumbled, "Confounded sneering fellow you are. Has she been telling you she is not?"
I remembered suddenly that I had promised Theodora not to repeat her opinions, so I only said, "I really don't know what she is; she may be most devout for all I know—or care."
"Of course you can profess to be quite indifferent," said Digby ungraciously. "But all I can say is, it doesn't look like—it your going there this afternoon; and anyway, she is not indifferent to you. She said all sorts of flattering things about you."
"Very kind, I am sure," I murmured derisively.
"And she sent round to my rooms this morning a thundering box of Havannahs in recognition of my having won the bet about your looks."
I laughed outright. "That's rather good biz for you! The least you can do is to let me help in the smoking of them, I think."
"Of course I will. But it shows what she thinks of you, doesn't it?"
"Oh, most convincingly," I said with mock earnestness. "Havannahs are expensive things."
"But you know how awfully rich she is, don't you?" asked Digby, looking at me as if he wanted to find out whether I were really ignorant or affecting to be so.
"My dear Charlie, you know I know nothing whatever about her except what you tell me—or do you suppose she showed me her banking account between the dances?"
"Don't know, I am sure," Digby grumbled back. "You sat
