"Very humbly, I asked you to marry me, Julia."
"Queer," she murmured.
"Is it so very queer?"
She gave a tremulous little laugh. "The way everything happens at once, I mean. Get yourself proposed to once and you go on. I shall know quite a lot about it soon.... I say, George——"
"What, Julia?"
"How long ago was that—when he came to the house, I mean?"
"About ten days ago."
"And you there! What nerve! Did he let himself be introduced to you, or what?"
"He came up and shook hands with me. In fact he carried everything off very competently."
"Carried everything off ..." she repeated, looking away over the corn. "And has he been since then?"