She toyed restlessly with the keys and screws on the car, still watching the black window in the Cloud Cote with only the faint gleam of light from behind.
“An hour,” she cried at last furiously. “If that isn’t the limit! I have a notion to go right home, and let him settle it as best he can—but I do want to see how Eveley takes it. Oh, well, I shall give him fifteen minutes more, and then if he has not signaled I’ll go up and see for myself.”
So she waited another uneasy quarter of an hour, and then banged stormily out of the car and up the rustic steps. Her sharp tap brought a sudden scurry and scramble from within, but Kitty did not wait for a summons. She drew back the portières and climbed in, uninvited.
Eveley was standing flushed and brilliant in the center of the room, trying to tuck up badly straying curls, and Nolan was adjusting himself to the davenport with an air of studied ease.
“Well, Kitty,” cried Eveley nervously. “Why didn’t you phone you were coming over?”
“You do not seem any too glad to see me,” said Kitty rather peevishly, and then at their flushed and shining faces, she laughed. “My, how happy you look! Just like newlyweds—or something.”
“Yes—something,” said Eveley. She flashed a questioning look at Nolan, and received a reassuring nod. “Nolan and I are engaged, Kitty.”
“Really,” cried Kitty. “After all these years. How surprising.” She put her arms around Eveley lovingly. “When did all this happen?”
“Last night, coming down from Flynn Springs,” said Eveley. “We—we had a whole car full of it.”
“Last night!” Kitty quickly disengaged herself from Eveley’s arm and looked sharply at Nolan, smiling in great contentment on the davenport. “Last night?”