“Would you mind recapitulating the details? I’m a little confused about them.”
“You’re to wait till the Archdeacon is actually bishop,” said my mother, “and then he’s to marry you.”
“Is that your plan or Lalage’s?”
“Lalage’s, of course. I suppose it’s yours too.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, “to find that Lalage is so vindictive. I hoped that she’d have been more ready to forgive and forget.”
“I know what you’re thinking about, because Lalage told me. She doesn’t mean to be vindictive in the least. She seemed to think——”
“Surely not that the Archdeacon will like it?”
“Hardly that; but that under the circumstances his feelings would be hurt if any one else was asked to perform the ceremony.”
“After all,” I said, “there’s still Miss Battersby. He can’t complain.”
“She’s to be a bridesmaid. So is Hilda, of course.”