He had lifted her in his arms, and had soothed her like a child. "What is it, dear heart?" he had demanded.
And, like a child, she had answered:
"Oh, please, let's get married right away——"
She had explained haltingly that she had been lonely since Diana went away, and unhappy. She—she missed her mother—and Diana's house wasn't her home. Sophie was dear, but, oh, it would be much better to be married as soon as she could get ready.
"And how soon will that be?" gravely.
"In a month. I think everybody should be told now."
He agreed. "Perhaps it should have been announced at once, but Diana seemed to think that it was best to wait."
"Diana doesn't know—everything."
"No, but she is wise in many things."
"Anthony?"