"But I am not everybody."
"I shall have to help you, I see," sighed Laura, half provoked.
"Somebody is going to be married."
"Mademoiselle, the great Mademoiselle!"
Laura stared at me. I ought to have remembered she was eighteen, and not likely to have read Sévigné. I began more seriously, laying down my seam.
"Is it anybody I know, Laura?"
"Of course, or you wouldn't care about it, and it would be no fun to tell you."
"Is it you?"
Laura grew indignant.
"Do you think I should bounce in, in this way, to tell you I was engaged?"
"Why not? shouldn't you be happy about it?"