“Guess,” said his sister, bending over her plate.
“Is it that you’re going to be married? Oh, Cornie, it can’t be.”
“And why can’t it be?” looking very much hurt. “What’s there so queer about that?”
“Nothing, only I meant that I hadn’t heard any rumors about it. Is it that?”
“Yes, it is, Dominick Ryan, and I don’t see why you should be so surprised.”
“Surprised! I’m more than surprised. I’m delighted—haven’t been so pleased for years. Who is it?”
“Jack Duffy.”
“Oh, Cornie, that’s the best yet! That’s great! It’s splendid. I wish I could kiss you, but I can’t here in the open restaurant. Why didn’t you tell me somewhere where we would be alone? I’d just like to give you a good hug.”
Cornelia, who had been a little hurt at her brother’s incredulity, was now entirely mollified and once again became bashfully complacent.
“I thought you’d like it,” she said. “I thought you’d think that was just about right. Any girl would be proud of him.”