“Why not?”
“Do you remember that once upon a time you called me—a darling child?”
“Did I? Well, perhaps you were. You are certainly a very charming woman.”
Jane, listening breathlessly, assured herself that of course he was polite. He had to be.
Adelaide was speaking. “So you are going to announce it to-morrow?”
“Who told you?”
“Edith.”
“Well, it seemed best, Adelaide. The wedding day isn’t far off—and the world will have to know it.”
A hushed moment, then, “Oh, Ricky, Ricky!”