"But what has Betty Kirtling to do with it?" he concluded heavily. "Why tell her? If this is to be between you and me, Mark—why tell her?"
"It may not be necessary to tell her," he said quietly. "She might guess." Then seeing consternation on Archie’s fine brows he added: "No one else will guess, but she—well, she has intuitions."
Again Mark smiled at his brother’s lack of perception. He fenced with the question: "You ought to know; you’ve seen more of her than I have."
"I say—yes. She has flirted with Kirtling, with me, with Pynsent, with Jim Corrance, and with you. I sometimes think that she likes you best, Mark. She might take you, because——"
"Because," Archie explained, "there are two Bettys: the Betty of Mayfair and the Betty of King’s Charteris. I heard Mrs. Corrance say that, and it struck me as worth remembering. Most women would only see the Betty of Mayfair, but the other Betty, who takes some finding, has an extravagant admiration of good and a morbid horror of evil. A girl running from evil is likely to rush into the arms of good. I saw my chance there," he added thoughtfully, and again Mark smiled. "I said to myself that the time to catch the witch was just after the London season. I don’t mind telling you that I asked her to marry me the day she came back from Goodwood last year. And I was careful about choosing the right place. Depend upon it that tells in these affairs. I chose the Dean’s garden: there isn’t a sweeter, more peaceful spot under Heaven. But I wasted my time. Hullo! what’s the matter?"
"You’re white as a sheet. You ought to take more care of yourself, my dear fellow. I do Sandow’s exercises every morning and evening. And I take a grain of calomel once a week. You look liverish. I find that my mind does not work properly unless my body is in tiptop condition. What were we talking of? Oh, yes—Betty Kirtling. Do you know that Harry Kirtling has proposed about five times—generally out hunting? But she laughs at him. She cried in the Dean’s garden."
"She won’t laugh or cry when the right man speaks, and if you are he the sooner you speak the better. She’s an enchantress," Archie concluded, "and her money would come in very handy—wouldn’t it?"
"Confound her money!" said Mark violently.