They sat a little longer together and then Caroline said: "Well, darling, I must be off. Where's that note?" She hesitated, looking at Maggie with a wicked gleam in her pale blue eyes. "You know, Maggie, I can't make up my mind. I've had an offer of marriage."
"I'm so glad, Caroline," said Maggie.
"Yes, but I don't know what to do. It's a man—Mr. Purdie. His father's ever so rich and they've got a big place down at Skeaton."
"Where's that?" asked Maggie.
"Oh, don't you know? Skeaton-on-Sea. It's a seaside resort. I've known William for a long time. His father knows father. He came to tea last week, and proposed. He's rather nice although he's so silent."
"Why don't you marry him then?" asked Maggie.
"Well, I know Martin Warlock's going to ask me. It's been getting closer and closer. I expect he will this week. Of course, he isn't so safe as William, but he's much more exciting. And he's got quite a lot of money of his own."
Strange, the sure, confident, happy security that Maggie felt in her heart at this announcement.
"I should wait for Martin Warlock," she said. "He'd be rather fun to marry."
"Do you think so?" answered Caroline. "Do you know, I believe I will. You're always right, you darling ... Only suppose I should miss them both. William won't wait for ever! Got that note, dear?"