Strangely his words made her heart beat a little faster. Strange because what did she care whether Peter were in love with her or no? And yet—it was nice, even now when she was swallowed up by her love for Bunny, it was pleasant to think that Peter did care—cared a little.
"Oh, he looks on me and Henry as in the schoolroom still."
"Then why did you tell him about us?"
"I don't know. What does it matter?"
"It matters just this much—that I asked you not to tell anybody and you've told every one in sight."
"Well, I'm like that. I did keep it for three or four weeks, but I hate being deceitful. I'm proud of you and proud of your caring for me. I want people to know. Of course if there were any real reason for keeping it secret——"
"There is a real reason. I told you. My mother——"
"She's coming back on Friday, so it doesn't matter now, telling people."
"But it does matter. People talk so."
"But why shouldn't they talk? There's nothing to be ashamed of in our being engaged."