“No, I didn’t,” Eleanor said faintly, but she grew suddenly very white.
“Aren’t you surprised, dear? David gave a dinner party one night last week in his studio, and announced his intentions, but we don’t know the name of the lady yet, and we can’t guess it. He says it is not a society girl.”
“Who do you think it is?”
“Who do you think it is, Eleanor?”
“I—I can’t think, Aunt Margaret.”
“We don’t know who Jimmie is marrying either. 265 The facts were merely insinuated, but he said we should have the shock of our lives when we knew.”
“When did he tell you?”
“A week ago last Wednesday. I haven’t seen him since.”
“Perhaps he has changed his mind by now,” Eleanor said.
“I don’t think that’s likely. They were both very much in earnest. Aren’t you surprised, Eleanor?”