“Ugh!” said Miss Hubbard.
“Jane, we’re engaged.”
“No!” said the huntress, interested. “When can I meet him?”
“I’ll introduce you to-morrow I’m so happy.”
“That’s fine!”
“And yet, somehow,” said Billie, plaiting her hair, “do you ever have presentiments? I can’t get rid of an awful feeling that something’s going to happen to spoil everything.”
“What could spoil everything?”
“Well, I think him so wonderful, you know. Suppose he were to do anything to blur the image I have formed of him.”
“Oh, he won’t. You said he was one of those strong men, didn’t you? They always run true to form. They never do anything except be strong.”
Billie looked meditatively at her reflection in the glass.