“Hasn’t your letter of introduction to Governor Oliver brought us an invitation to luncheon at Government House?”
“Yes; but I don’t suppose it is a banquet.”
“Charlotte, I must confide in you.”
“I should think it was about time.”
“What do you mean?”
“I have known for days that you were concealing something.”
“I didn’t want to be secretive, but I thought it was only fair to you to keep my own counsel. Now you can report to mother that you knew nothing, and that therefore you couldn’t interfere.”
“But what have you done? You can’t be secretly married—with your chosen man in Washington and you on the vasty deep.”
“No; but I’m next door to it.”
“What do you mean by ‘next door’? Have you a groom and a minister waiting on the New York dock?”