“Fiddlesticks!” said Miss Ley.
Bertha was looking at Dr. Ramsay with a smile that she with difficulty repressed, and Miss Ley caught the expression.
“So you intend to be married, Bertha?” said the doctor, again laughing.
“Yes.”
“When?” asked Miss Ley, who did not take Bertha’s remark as merely playful.
Bertha was looking out the window, wondering when Edward would arrive.
“When?” she repeated, turning round. “This day four weeks!”
“What!” cried Dr. Ramsay, jumping up. “You don’t mean to say you’ve found some one! Are you engaged? Oh, I see, I see. You’ve been having a little joke with me. Why didn’t you tell me that Bertha was engaged all the time, Miss Ley?”
“My good doctor,” answered Miss Ley, with great composure, “until this moment I knew nothing whatever about it.... I suppose we ought to offer our congratulations; it’s a blessing to get them all over on one day.”
Dr. Ramsay looked from one to the other with perplexity.