Alice stared. “Not know that she is going to marry you? Then it isn't really arranged?”
“It is and it isn't.”
“Oh!”
“I know it and she suspects it.”
“Is this a riddle?”
“Riddle is a good word when we speak of your cousin,” he admitted judicially.
“Perhaps I asked a question I ought not to have.”
“Not at all. I'm trying to answer you as well as I can. Last time I mentioned the subject she laughed at me.”
“So you've asked her?”
“No, I told her.”