"Really," said I, with another composed nod. Every word drove straight into my heart. Harry had proposed. Several times! Were they actually engaged, then?
I was too proud to ask, but how I wanted to know!
"He's quite nice," Muriel remarked critically. "Quite good-looking. Quite amusing to go out with. One enjoyed Harry's taking one out. But marrying him might be another matter; because——"
Here she stopped. The stage-bell was ringing. People began to scramble past us out of the room.
"I must go," cried Muriel. "The second part's beginning now."
But I held on to an end of her mauve sash.
"Wait——!" I said.
I felt I must know about Harry. "Because," she said—and stopped. Did it mean because she meant to marry her cousin? I simply must find out, for Captain Holiday's sake. Remember, I still believed she must be the girl of whom he'd told me "she hasn't said 'Yes' or 'No' to me yet." She must mean "Yes," I thought excitedly.
I kept close to her as we moved out of the doorway.
"Do tell me, Muriel," I urged, "what you were going to!"