And all the time Gertrude said nothing. That is up to the moment that scalding tea hit her. Then she let go!
"You two people are acting like a couple of fools," she began—succinctly. "There's only one way out of it and you've got to take it."
"What is it?" Maxine and I asked.
"Cable America you're engaged and are to be married some time next season."
I left the room. At the theatre Maxine and I made no reference to Gertrude's suggestion. On our return to the hotel I tried to excuse myself from our usual supper. But Max, with a merry little twinkle in her eyes, said, "Oh come on."
"What do you think of Gertrude's suggestion?" asked Max.
"What do you think of it?" I parried.
"I'm game," said Max.
"You're on," said I.
And thus began my "romance."