"When are you going to be married?" I asked, after an awkward pause.
"Quite soon," she replied, equally awkward. "As soon as I can get my things ready." She stopped.
"I suppose Archie's coming here for you—to-night, I mean?"
"No—he's got a man to see—a friend—in Store Street, I think."
"Then may I walk along with you?"
She seemed to have feared the question. "Oh," she said quickly, "if you don't mind—I've something awfully private to say to Kitty—she and I have arranged to go on together."
("Not wanted," I said to myself.) Aloud, "Well, I hope you'll be happy, Evie," I added.
"Thank you," she said again, lifting curiously appealing eyes for a moment.
I turned abruptly from her, and sought Kitty, who was still waiting. I had picked up a sudden suspicion, and wished to confirm it.
"Ready?" I said, in a tone as matter of fact as I could assume.