"I don't know."
"Not for a great while? Not soon, at any rate?"
"I don't know. Mr. Dillwyn wishes—"
"And are you going to do everything he wishes?"
"As far as I can," said Lois, with again a rosy smile and glance.
"There's the call to luncheon!" said Madge. "People must eat, if they're ever so happy or ever so unhappy. It is one of the disgusting things about human nature. I just wish he wasn't going to be here. Well—come along!"
Madge went ahead till she reached the drawing-room door; there she suddenly paused, waved herself to one side, and let Lois go in before her. Lois was promptly wrapped in Mrs. Wishart's arms, and had to endure a most warm and heartfelt embracing and congratulating. The lady was delighted. Meanwhile Madge found herself shaking hands with Philip.
"You know all about it?" he said, looking hard at her, and holding her hand fast.
"If you mean what Lois has told me—"
"Are not you going to wish me joy?"