“Yes, last night. It was an awfully big night all around, wasn’t it, Nolan?”
“It was for me,” he said, coming over and taking Eveley’s hand in his.
“Last night,” Kitty repeated again, glaring intently at Nolan.
He nodded.
“Then you knew I was lying all the time.”
“Well, since Eveley and I had luncheon with Winifred and Burton to-day to announce our engagement,—yes, I may say that I was fairly well assured you were lying. They seemed on their usual tender terms at noon.”
“What are you two talking about?” wondered Eveley.
Kitty drew her small hat over her ears with a vicious tug.
“But we shall be glad to motor to Yosemite with you and Arnold this summer,” Nolan went on pacifically, “we think it will be great sport. We asked Marie and Jimmy Ames to go along. They are going to be married to-morrow. They are in Marie’s room now, so go in and congratulate them if you like. But do not bring them out here, because we are a crowd already.”
“I am going home, anyhow, if you mean me,” she said pettishly. She looked at Eveley. “I suppose you think it is very clever for you to be engaged to Nolan twenty-four hours without notifying me, after all the trouble I have taken in the last five years to bring it about. And as for you, Nolan, I think you have a lot of courage to marry a woman who openly and notoriously refuses to do her duty in any shape, size or form. I call it a pretty big risk, myself.” She clambered crossly through the window. “Congratulations,” she called back snappily. And again, from half-way down the stairs: “And we shall hold you to the Yosemite bargain, too.”