She spoke in a languid faded tone, the tone of one bearing bravely an immense burden of wrongs.
‘Well ...’ began Bunny nervously, glancing towards Sheila.
Edward, intercepting the glance, asked: ‘Are we de trop, Bunny?’
Mr. Fairfield intervened. ‘Edward and Miss Dyrle have just come to an understanding, Bunny.’
‘An understanding?’ asked Bunny.
‘Yes. Bit of sweethearting, you know.’
‘Really!’ cried Bunny, beaming. ‘I congratulate you. Well, that makes it easier for me. There’ll be a double event.’
‘A what?’ demanded Mrs. Fairfield, all the languor gone from her.
‘You see,’ Bunny explained, ‘I’m engaged to be married.’
‘Well I declare!’ said Mr. Fairfield. ‘Engaged! Why, everybody’s getting engaged. Time we set about it, mother, eh?’