"I suppose you do! Well, will you keep one for me?"
"Certainly."
"That's a promise! Now—I shall surprise you very much."
Zélie smiled politely, and waited.
"I'm—going to be married."
"Pardon me, Miss Sorel," said Zélie, in rather a stilted, professional manner, "but that doesn't surprise me at all."
"You haven't heard the name of the man yet."
"No. You haven't told me that."
"You mean, you believe you've guessed?"
"I hope you don't think me presumptuous?"