"Much ground for complaint?" Val's eyes sparkled. "What do you mean? What have I to complain of?"
"Nothing, of course, really. But I've thought the few times we've met that you—that you didn't particularly like—" She stopped.
"When I don't like things I change them," said Val, privately congratulating them both that Julia's sentence was left hanging in the air. Pride was working strongly upon her. "It's true enough that I've got what I want; but haven't you?" The two men came back round the L, crunching the new gravel under their feet. "The Halliwells said you are to be married next month."
"Other people always know what I'm going to do so much better than I do my myself."
"It's not true, then?"
"It's not settled."
The men were within ear-shot.
"You and Mr. Scherer must stay to supper," said Val, with a deliberate cordiality, as the men rejoined them, "mustn't they, Ethan?"
In the evening old Mr. Otway and Jerry came over. Julia played, and her fiancé sang student songs.