'Do you mean to tell my uncle yourself?'
'Of course,' said Dolly, again with surprise in her eyes.
'When?'
'When he asks me to marry him. Till he does I don't quite see what it has to do with him.'
'And you're not afraid—you don't think your second marriage will be a great shock to him? He being a dean, and nourished on Tables of Affinity?'
'I can't help it if it is. He has got to know. If he loves me enough it won't matter to him, and if he doesn't love me enough it won't matter to him either.'
'Because then his objections to Juchs would be greater than his wish to marry you?'
'Yes,' said Dolly, smiling. 'It would mean,' she went on, 'that he wasn't fond of me enough.'
'And you wouldn't mind?'
Her eyes widened a little. 'Why should I mind?'