"I hope mademoiselle," Marie corrected herself, "has not caught a fever."
"I should hope not," exclaimed Marjory. "What put that into your head?"
"Mademoiselle's cheeks are very hot."
Marjory brought her hand to her face. It did not feel hot, because her hands were equally hot.
"It is nothing but the excitement that brings the color," she informed Marie. "I have been living almost like a nun; and now—to get out all at once takes away one's breath.
"Also being a bride."
"Marie!"
"Eh bien, madame—mademoiselle was married only this morning."
"You do not seem to understand," Marjory explained; "but it is necessary that you should understand. Monsieur Covington is to me only like—like a big brother. It is in order that he might be with me as a big brother we went through the ceremony. People about here talk a great deal, and I have taken his name to prevent that. That is all. And you are to remain with me and everything is to go on exactly as before, he in his apartments and we in ours. You understand now?"
At least, Marie heard.