"Think of Mr. Mallow first."
"I am thinking of him."
"Then it is on his account you keep silence."
Juliet nodded. "I must hold my tongue. If you could advise me—"
"My dear," said clear-headed Miss Garthorne, rather impatiently, "I can't advise unless I know all, and you will not trust me."
"I have to consider others," repeated Juliet obstinately; "if Cuthbert knew what I feel—"
"Why don't you tell him? See here, Juliet, you are keeping something back from me. On my part, I have kept something back from you. But I see it is necessary to speak plainly. Juliet, I am engaged."
"Oh, I am so glad," cried Miss Saxon, embracing her friend. "Is he nice?"
"I think so; but I am not sure if you will be of that opinion."
"Do I know him?" asked Juliet, opening her eyes widely.