Edna kept whatever she thought to herself.
“He said he was absolutely going away to-morrow,” she reflected. “And she’ll forget.”
And by the light of this, the relations between Andrée and the Breath of Life seemed rather funny than anything else. Edna didn’t mention her discovery to her mother, nor did she attempt to stop them or to go with them when they left the veranda that evening. She looked after them as they crossed the lawn, with a benevolent smile.
“That poor man’s going to get a jolt,” she reflected. “I dare say Andrée ’ll get engaged to him this evening, just as she did to Johnnie Martinsburgh last winter. Then she’ll get into a panic, and I’ll very probably have to get her out of it, the same way. Well! It can’t be helped! That’s Andrée, all over. She’s so darned sincere every time.”
“Let’s take a walk over to your Fern Glen,” Andrée was saying.
“I don’t think—” he began, doubtfully.
“Yes,” she insisted. “There’ll be a moon, won’t there, later on?”
“Your mother—”
“It’s your last evening.”
“I know,” he said. “But we can talk here—”