‘Did once,’ Gladys was heard to reply.
‘Have a good time?’
‘Did so.’
‘Old gentleman in luck, then?’
‘Pretty well. No; not altogether, I think.’
‘Didn’t care about going again, eh?’
‘No; but that was because he knocked up when we got back.’
The conversation had become entirely confidential between the two. Lady Lettice was out of it, and looked as though she were glad of that, though in reality she was listening with quite a fierce interest. Others were listening too, and not a few were watching the Bride with a thorough fascination: the good humour and high spirits with which she was now brimming over enhanced her beauty to a remarkable degree.
‘What was it that knocked him up?’ inquired Granville softly, but in distinct tones.
She smiled at him. ‘Never you mind!’