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 "Cigarette?" Drake asked, offering him the box.

"'Bliged," answered Peter, lighting up.

"Tony, are you in love with Priscilla?"

Drake turned angrily. "What right have you to ask me such a question as that?" he demanded.

"Maybe I haven't the right—but I want to know."

"What difference does it make to you?"

"A good deal. I'm in love with her myself, and I don't suppose I'd have much chance against you."

"Do you think she loves you?"

"I don't know—somtimessometimes [sic] I think she does."

Drake squared his shoulders and walked to the door. "You needn't worry about me," he said. "I won't interfere with your chances."

Peter walked to and fro excitedly after Drake's departure. The field was clear, then; Drake was interested in her only as Mrs. Martin's daughter.