was soon--very soon. They must be engaged a few months at least, to
make sure--quite sure.

She kissed Jimmy--she kissed Christine; she said she was very happy.

Jimmy felt a cad. He was thankful when the evening was ended. He drew
a great breath of relief when he walked away from the hotel.

He was an engaged man--and engaged to Christine. He felt as if someone
had snapped handcuffs on his wrists.

Being Christine's fiancé would mean a very different thing from being
engaged to Cynthia.

The two girls lived very different lives, had been brought up very
differently.

Jimmy had liked the free and easy Bohemianism of the set in which
Cynthia moved; he was not so sure about Christine's.

He was utterly wretched as he walked home. He had tied himself for
life; there would be no slipping out of this engagement.

Poor little Christine! she deserved a better man. He felt acutely
conscious of his own unworthiness.

He walked the whole way home. He was dog tired when he let himself
into his rooms. Sangster rose from a chair by the fire.

Jimmy stifled an oath under his breath as he shut the door.