“Bob!” said Doris.
“What!” asked Bob.
“Do you know what I believe?”
“No.”
“I believe Miss Lestrange is going to marry Mr Fanshawe without any one knowing.”
“What’s the matter if she does?”
“I heard him say something last night, when he had Selina on his lap and we were playing with the motor-car, about an Archbishop and a marriage licence, and that nobody need know; and, just now, when he said he’d written to the Archbishop, did you hear what she said?”
“No.”
“She said prenez garde, just as granny does if she’s speaking about anything she doesn’t want us to know. Then he said he’d written to the Archbishop’s aunt, or some nonsense.”