One of the drawbacks of Arcadia is that everybody knows everybody else's business—and the possibility of this added to Pembroke's extreme mortification. He thought with dread of the Colonel's elaborate pretense of knowing nothing whatever about the affair, Mrs. Peyton's sly rallying, Mr. Cole's sentimental condolence—it was all very exasperating. But solely to Olivia's tact and good sense both escaped this. Not one soul was the wiser. Olivia, however she felt, and however skillfully she might avoid meeting Pembroke alone, was apparently so easy, so natural and self-possessed, that it put Pembroke on his mettle. Together they managed to hoodwink the whole county about their private affairs—even Colonel Berkeley, who, if he suspected anything, was afraid to let on, and Miles, whose devotion to Olivia became stronger every day.
Luckily for Pembroke, he could plunge into the heat of his canvass. After he had lost Olivia, the conviction of her value came to him with overpowering force. There was no girl like her. She did not protest and talk about her emotions and analyze them as some women did—Madame Koller, for example—but Pembroke knew there was "more to her," as Cave said, "than a dozen Eliza Peytons." Perhaps Cave suspected something, but Pembroke
