Raising His Glass He Said: "To Virginia—My Future Bride!"
Jimmie, with an audible exclamation of satisfaction, nearly choked over his champagne. Fanny, overjoyed, took her sister's hand, exclaiming:
"Really, Virgie! This is a surprise, and you didn't tell me?"
"It—isn't—definite," stammered Virginia helplessly. "I—haven't— promised."
Stafford laughed—the low, triumphant laugh of a man who knew he held the winning card. Again raising his glass, he said significantly:
"No, dear, but you will. To the future Mrs. Stafford!"