Dinks, confused by Hope's air of innocence,
"your engagement, of course."
"My engagement?" said Hope, with a look of utter amazement; "to whom, I
should like to know?"
Mrs. Dinks looked at her for an instant, and asked, in a clear, dry tone:
"Are you not engaged to Alfred?"
Hope Wayne's look of anxious surprise melted into an expression of
intense amusement.
"To Alfred Dinks!" said she, in a slow, incredulous tone, and with her
eyes sparkling with laughter. "Why, my dear aunt?"
Mrs. Dinks was overwhelmed by a sudden consciousness of bitter
disappointment, mingled with an exasperating conviction that she
had been somehow duped. The tone was thick in which she answered.
"What is the meaning of this? Hope, are you deceiving me?"
She knew Hope was not deceiving her as well as she knew that they were
sitting together in the carriage.
Hope's reply was a clear, ringing, irresistible laugh. Then she said,
"It's high time I went to balls, I see. I will go to Mrs. Kingfisher's.
But, dear aunt, have you seriously believed such a story?"
"Do I think my son is a liar?" replied Mrs. Dinks, sardonically.
The laugh faded from Hope's face.
"Did he say so?" asked she.
"Certainly he did."
"Alfred Dinks told you I was engaged to him?"
"Alfred Dinks told me you were engaged to him."
They drove on for some time without speaking.
"What does he mean by using my name in that way?" said Hope, with the
Diana look in her eyes.
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