By some trick of manner she managed to convey to him the impression that if he did not know her sister Page, that if for one instant he should deem her to be bold, he would offer a mortal affront. She had not yet forgiven him that stare of suspicion when first their eyes had met; he should pay her for that yet.

“Miss Page⁠—your sister⁠—Miss Page Dearborn? Certainly I know her,” he answered. “And you have been waiting, too? What a pity!” And he permitted himself the awkwardness of adding: “I did not know that you were to be of our party.”