"Yes, I had noticed.... I was wondering why you didn't tell."
"There was nothing to tell. He couldn't propose to me till he had something definite to do. Now he's just been offered the post of agent on the Duke of Wiltshire's estate—a perfectly splendid position. Of course, I told him all about my first marriage"—she glanced challengingly at her sister—"but he's a perfect dear, and he saw at once I'd been more sinned against than sinning. We're going to be married this summer."
"I'm unaccountable glad."
Ellen gave her a queer look.
"You take it very calmly, Jo."
"Well, I'd been expecting it all along."
"You won't mind my going away and leaving you?"
"Reckon you'll have to go where your husband goes."
"What on earth's happened?" thought Ellen to herself—"She's positively meek."
The next minute she knew.