If Miss Dwight had not known it herself till this moment she gave no sign to that effect. "We're telling you now, dear," she explained.
"How long have you been engaged? Was it yesterday in the bucket?"
Jack laughed. "Nothing so romantic. We've been engaged a little less than half a minute. You get the first chance to wish Moya joy on having won so great a catch. She's marrying a pauper, you know."
"I think we're very rich," differed his sweetheart shyly.
Joyce looked from one to the other suspiciously. "I haven't a notion what either of you mean, but I know I'm going to hang on to this check, Mr. Millionaire Pauper."
Imps of mischief sparkled in the highgrader's eyes. "Don't forget that Verinder has to write one for twice as much."
Miss Seldon could not help laughing. "I'll see to that. He's not a welcher, but ... I wonder how he'll look when I tell him."
"You ought to tell him as soon as you can," Jack hinted boldly.
"Oh, ought I? Did you say you had been engaged less than a minute, Mr. Kilmeny? How much will you give me to go down now and tell him?"
"I've nothing left to give—except my gratitude."