"Don't you sleep?" interjected Ethel, curiously.
"My poor carcass does, but not my thoughts of her. Now let us eat and be miserable."
It was a wonderful luncheon. H. R. let them do all the talking. He was at his coffee when Ethel mentioned her mother.
"Ah, yes!" said H. R. "By the way, has Grace told her?"
"Told her what?"
Grace caught his eye and shook her head with a frown.
"Very well, dear girl," he said to her. To Ethel he explained, "She doesn't wish me to tell you of her plan."
"Oh, do! Please!" said Ethel, eagerly.
"I'm in training for the position of her husband, Ethel," H. R. told her. "She says no—that's all; plain no!"
"Grace, tell him to tell me!" said Ethel.