Tarrell took it to the door, and having shaken it, folded it with much gravity, and handed it back.
“Not so bad for a beginner,” said Kate, taking it and putting it in a drawer. She took some needlework from another drawer, and, sitting down, began busily stitching.
“Wedding-dress?” inquired Tarrell, with an assumption of great ease.
“No, tablecloth!” said the girl, with a laugh. “You’ll want to know a little more before you get married.”
“Plenty o’ time for me,” said Tarrell; “I’m in no hurry.”
The girl put her work down and looked up at him.
“That’s right,” she said steadily. “I suppose you were rather surprised to hear I was going to get married?”
“A little.” said Tarrell; “there’s been so many after old Raggett, I didn’t think he’d ever be caught.”
“Oh!” said Kate.
“I daresay he’ll make a very good husband,” said Tarrell patronisingly. “I think you’ll make a nice couple. He’s got a nice home.”