“Oh, I am learning a great deal and enjoying myself immensely,” said Jack.
“You must be careful, Jane. Don't tell Jack everything about Kathleen. There are certain things we keep to ourselves, you know. I don't tell Tom everything.”
Jane opened her eyes. “I have not told Jane yet, Sybil,” said Jack quietly. “She doesn't know, though perhaps she has guessed how dear to me Kathleen is.”
“Had you not heard?” inquired Mrs. Waring-Gaunt.
“No, I only came last night, you see.” Then turning to Jack, she added, “And is—is Kathleen going to marry you?” Her astonishment was evident in her voice and eyes.
“I hope so,” said Jack, “and you are no more astonished than I am myself. I only found it out night before last.”
It was characteristic of Jane that she sat gazing at him in silence; her tongue had not learned the trick of easy compliment. She was trying to take in the full meaning of this surprising announcement.
“Well?” said Jack after he had waited for some moments.
“Oh, I beg your pardon,” she said hurriedly. “I congratulate you. I think you are a very lucky man.”
“I am, indeed,” said Jack with emphasis. “And Kathleen? You are not so sure about her luck?”