Philip led Cathalina to the window-seat where he and Lilian had visited more than once, during the house party of the previous summer.
“Cathalina, I asked Lilian to marry me last night.”
“Oh, Philip. And did she say she would?”
“Yes, but she wasn’t sure what her father and mother would think about her being engaged so young. She has heard them discuss those matters. I don’t know what she has said to her mother about it, and, of course, her father will not be home until night; but I couldn’t stand it to wait, so I called up and asked Lilian and her mother to go to lunch with me. Don’t you hope Mrs. North will be good to me?”
“Don’t worry. She will, I’m sure. Does Mother know?”
“I told her the other day that I was in love with Lilian, but I think that it was no news to her. I suppose she saw it last summer.”
“Were you really, Philip, last summer?”
“Indeed I was.”
“It is so dear of you to tell me about it. I thought when you asked me about whether Lilian cared much for those other boys that you must care a good deal, and I have been so glad that Lilian liked you. I could tell.”
“That was more than I could. But it’s all right now. How will you like Lilian for a sister?”