‘I came to tell you, really, that I am engaged to Walter Sebright.’
I did not look at either of them, only at the book.
‘What?’ said George, sitting up sharply.
Mollie said:
‘Oh, Helen!’
They were both looking at me; I knew it and pretended not to see. I felt as though I were going to cry, and was determined not to.
‘Do you mean that, Helen?’ Mollie asked very gently.
I said:
‘Yes; are you surprised?’
She said: