"I'm sure I don't know—unless—unless it's the Follett boy."
"Oh, I hope not. It would make such awful complications."
They waited for Collingham to come and tell them his plainly thrilling news, but he remained in the library.
"It would make complications," Edith ventured, in a low voice, "if it proved to be young Follett—with Bob in love with his sister."
Junia spoke not so much from impulse as from inspiration.
"He's more than in love with her. He's married to her."
"Mother!"
"Yes; he was married to her a few days before he sailed. I've known it all along."
Edith was breathless.
"Did he tell you?"