“And what have you to say about it?” inquired Aunt Nannie. She looked first at the Major, then at his wife, and then at Mrs. Tuis; but no one had anything to say.
“I can’t quite believe that you’re in your right senses,” continued the speaker. “Or that I have heard you say the words. What can have got into you?”
“Nannie,” said the Major, clearing his throat, “Sylvia doesn’t want to marry him for a long time.”
“But she proposes to be engaged to him, I understand!”
“Yes,” admitted the other.
“And this engagement is to be announced?”
“Why—er—I suppose——”
“Certainly,” put in Sylvia.
“And when, may I ask?”
“At once.”