"And is she happy?" There was eagerness in Gabriella's voice, for she was sure that she should love Patty.
"Oh, yes, Patty is happy, but mother isn't. It's rough on mother."
"I think she ought to have told your mother before she married."
"Well, Patty thought she could stand the fuss better after she'd done it than she could before. She said she needed the support of knowing they couldn't stop it. Cheeky, wasn't it?"
"And is she really so beautiful?"
"Ripping," said George; "simply ripping."
"I know I shall love her. Is she dark or fair?"
"I never thought about it, but she's a towering beauty—something between dark and fair, I suppose. She has golden hair, you know."
His arm was around her, and lifting her earnest face to his, Gabriella began in her softest voice: "I shouldn't mind a bit living like that, George—honestly I shouldn't."
"Yes, you would. It would be rotten."