"Any details?" Julian asked. "Don't be afraid to tell me. I'm not—I mean I'm quite prepared for it."
"It's to be next month," she said hurriedly. "She didn't want you to see it first in the papers."
"Awfully considerate of her, wasn't it?" interrupted Julian. "By the by, tell her when you write that she couldn't have chosen anybody better to break it to me than you."
"O Julian," Stella pleaded, "please don't laugh at me! Do if it makes you any easier, of course; only I—I mind so horribly!"
"Do you?" asked Julian, carefully. "I think I'm rather glad you mind, but you mustn't mind horribly; only as much as a friend should mind for another friend."
"That is the way I mind," said Stella.
She had a large interpretation of friendship.
"Oh, all right," said Julian, rather crossly. "Go on!"
"She says it's a Captain Edmund Stanley, and he's a D.S.O. They're to be married very quietly while he's on leave."
"Lucky man!" said Julian. "Any money?"