"Is it?"
"When did Hugo get back?"
"This morning. His letter arrived by the first post, and he came in right on top of it."
"His letter?"
"Yes. He wrote asking me to marry him."
"Oh?"
Pat traced an arabesque on the grass with the toe of her shoe.
"It was a beautiful letter."
"Was it?"
"Very. I didn't think Hugo was capable of it."