“I fancy that it meets with his approbation.”
“Approbation—fiddlesticks! Do you love your fiancé, Vivienne?”
“No, certainly not. He is a gentleman; I like him, and he is very good to his stepmother.”
“What an excellent reason for marrying him,” said Judy sarcastically; “he is good to his stepmother.”
“Therefore he will be good to me.”
“Well, you’re about half right. Let us go to bed. I don’t feel like discussing this engagement of yours.”
Vivienne looked wistfully after the little elfish figure limping away from her. “Judy,” she said, “Judy.”
The girl stopped.
“Don’t you think it is nauseating to hear some girls gushing about their dear darling lovers?”
“Yes, perfectly so.”