“What ceremony?”
“Your wedding, to-morrow.”
“Why, didn’t you know? I wrote to tell you I’d refused him.”
“I didn’t get the letter. You refused him.... Why?”
“I don’t know. I suppose I didn’t care enough for him. I don’t think shall ever marry.”
“And what are you doing now?”
“Working,—with Jeanne. We are taking a shop. I thought it was she when you knocked.”
“Are you happy?”
“Yes, happier than I have ever been in my life.”
“And I am more miserable.”