He jerked up his head. "No fear. We'll say to-morrow, or Thursday."
"I'll be merciful, and say Thursday. It's to be announced this afternoon. Have you mentioned it—to any one?"
"Only to Lance."
A small sound between her teeth made him turn quickly.
"Anything hurt you?"
"You've quick ears! Only a pin-prick." She explored her blouse for the offending pin. "Do you tell each other everything—you two?"
"Pretty well—as men go."
"You're a wonderful pair."
She sighed and was silent a moment. Then, "Shall it be a ride on Thursday?" she asked, giving his arm a small squeeze.
"Rather. There are Brigade Sports; but I could cry off. We'll take our tea out to Shadera, have a peaceful time there, and finish up at the Hall."