Agnes. Auntie!
Lucy. And what is his name?
Agnes. Geo——Mr. Reddell.
Lucy. And hers is?
Agnes. Oh, I never intended to tell you. I didn't mean to say a word.
Lucy. When did it happen?
Agnes. Three days ago. That is to say, he proposed to me then, but of course it has been going on for a long time. I could see that he—at least I thought I could see. But I can hardly realise it yet. It seems all so strange. And I did intend telling you, I felt I must tell somebody, although George doesn't want it known yet, because, as I told you, he—and so I haven't said a word to father yet; but I must soon—and you won't say anything, will you? and—and oh, I am silly.
Lucy. There, have your cry out, it will do you good. Now tell me about Mr. Reddell. What is he?
Agnes. He is a writer—an author. Don't you remember I showed you a story of his a little time ago?
Lucy. I thought I knew the name.