Ethel and Reggie heard Grace use that word. People all about them knew who she was and had proudly told their out-of-town companions all about H. R. and Grace Goodchild. They, too, heard Grace say she wanted a sandwich.
Not a soul smiled! Not having seen anything about it in the newspapers for a month, New York had forgotten that H. R. had wooed Grace with sandwiches. H. R. was as famous as ever, but his fellow-citizens no longer knew why or how.
The waiter took the order with unsmiling respect. Grace looked at H. R. almost with awe. He smiled reassuringly and asked her:
"Aren't you going to ask Ethel?"
"Ask me what?" said Ethel.
Grace was silent, because she was blushing like a silly thing in public.
"On the eighth of June," said H. R. "I suppose you won't mind being a—"
Ethel naturally interrupted him by saying to Grace:
"I'm so glad! Is it announced?"
"You're the first one we've told, dear girl," H. R. declared, solemnly. "Reggie, you will give me courage at the altar?"