She offered him the pink topaz to admire, and he bowed his head, conveying that faint mockery with which he treated anything that was not a flower.
"Very fine. Very fine, my dear."
"Well, aren't you going to congratulate me?" Pauline asked.
"On what?"
"Oh, Father, you are naughty. On Guy of course."
"Bless my heart," said the Rector. "And on what am I to congratulate him?"
"On me of course," said Pauline.
"Now, I wonder if I can honestly do that," said the Rector very seriously.
"Father, you do realize, don't you, because you are being so naughty, but you do realize that from to-day we are really engaged?"
"Only from to-day?" the Rector asked, a twinkle in his eye.