Constance’s mystification increased; she saw not the slightest connexion.
‘I suppose, Gustavo, you can find them something to eat even if they did come two days before they were expected?’
The two turned toward the arbour, but Constance paused for a moment and glanced back with a shade of mischief in her eye.
‘By the way, Gustavo, that young man who taught the parrot English has gone?’
Gustavo rolled his eyes to the sky and back to her face. She understood nothing; was there ever a muddle like this?
‘Si, signorina,’ he murmured confusedly, ‘ze yong man is gone.’
Nannie caught sight of the visitors first, and with a start which nearly upset the tea table, came running forward to meet them; while her aunt, Mrs. Eustace, followed more placidly. Nannie was a big wholesome outdoor girl of a purely American type. She waited for no greetings; she had news to impart.
‘Constance, Miss Hazel! I’m so glad to see you—what do you think? I’m engaged!’
Miss Hazel murmured incoherent congratulations, and tried not to look as shocked as she felt. In her day, no lady would have made so delicate an announcement in any such off-hand manner as this. Constance received it in the spirit in which it was given.
‘Who’s the man?’ she inquired, as she shook hands with Mrs. Eustace.