"I don't know about again, dear Lily," I replied. "But it would seem as if I had done it at last. I am feeling so happy that it almost makes me afraid."
"Some girls would feel afraid if they had reason to be conscious of the fact that they had engaged themselves to marry three men at once."
I could not help but notice that a jarring something was in her tone. But I paid no heed to it.
My thoughts were elsewhere.
"How wrong it is," I murmured, "for people to scoff at love. They cannot know what love is--as I do."
"Perhaps not. I should think that what you don't know about love, May, isn't worth knowing." I sighed.
"I fancy, Lily dear, that I have heard stories about you."
"I daresay; but I never snapped up your favourite cousin from under your nose. Possibly you will not mind telling me if you do mean to marry one of them, and, if so, which."
"Lily! How can you ask me such a question? Have I not just been telling you that there is only one man in the world for me, henceforth and for ever, and that his name is Charlie?"
"Exactly. Only last week you told me precisely the same story, and his name was Jim, while about a fortnight ago, it was Norman."