'Well, what about Mrs. Emsworth?' he repeated.
'Ginger, don't be ridiculous. It is loyal of you to pretend not to know what I mean, but still ridiculous. How has Bertie managed to do this under her very guns?'
'I suppose he silenced them first,' said Ginger cautiously. 'Or perhaps she has no guns.'
'Why, then, two years ago, did we all talk about nothing else but her and Bertie?'
'Because we are gossips,' said he.
'Do you mean that?'
Ginger examined his injured hand.
'Yes, I mean that,' he said. 'Bertie told me all that happened. He fell desperately in love with her; he wrote her a very foolish letter, which proposed, oh, all sorts of things—marriage among them. Immediately afterwards she—well, we all began talking about her and Bilton.'
'What happened to the letter?' asked Judy.
'Don't know,' said he.