"Didn't he tell her too?"
"Why, no, Connie, he--he couldn't very well. It--it would have been almost indelicate, wouldn't it? But he's gone now to tell her."
"He needn't," said Constance. "She knows it now. The moment I came in here I saw, through all her lightness, she'd got some heavy news. She must have overheard him, Nan."
"Connie, I--I believe she did!"
"Well, that's all right. What are you blushing for?"
"Blushing! Every time I get a little warm--" The speaker rose to go, but the sister kept her hand:
"Keep fresh for this evening, honey. He'll be back."
"No, he won't. He doesn't propose to if he could and he couldn't if he did. To get the battery off to-morrow--"
"It won't get off to-morrow, nor the next day, nor the next. You know how it always is. When Steve--"
"Oh, I don't know anything," said Anna, pulling free and moving off. "But you, oh, you know it all, you and Steve!"