"That affair is moving rather fast."
"Oh yes, quite fast," she said cheerfully.
"How will Dad look at it?" I asked.
"As you did," said Eleanore dryly. "He'll look at it and see nothing at all."
"I've half a mind to tell him!"
"Don't," she said. "If you did he would only get excited, become the old-fashioned father and order Sue to leave Joe alone—which would be all that is needed now to make Sue marry Joe in a week."
"Sue is about as selfish," I said hotly, "about as wrapped up in her own little self——"
"As any girl is who thinks she's in love but isn't sure," said Eleanore. "Sue isn't sure—poor thing—she's frightfully unsettled."
"But why drag Joe way over there?"
"Because she wants to look at him there. It's her home, you know, her whole past life, all that she has been used to. It's the place where she has breakfast. She wants to see how Joe fits in."