"I don't want any one at the Vanity to know what's going to happen."
Tufton waved his hands to emphasize how right she was.
"It'll be a terrible blow to the public," he said, "and also to John Richards. You were his favorite, you know. Yes. And think of the beautiful women he has known! But you're right, you mustn't consider anybody except yourself."
"It's rather difficult for me to do that," Dorothy sighed.
"I know. I know. But you must do it. Clarehaven and I will come down with the license, and then ... my dear Dorothy, I really can't tell you how pleased I am. Do, do beg the dowager not to change that pergola. But I shall be down, I hope, some time in the spring."
"Of course."
"And what about Olive?" he asked.
"Poor Olive," she sighed. "And only last week she lost dear little San Toy. Yes, she'll miss me, I'm afraid, but she'll be glad I'm going to be so happy."
"All your friends will be glad."
"And now, Harry, please get me a really nice hansom, because I must simply tear round hard for frocks and frills."