"You'll go too, I suppose?" Mary asked.
"No. I don't feel up to knocking about much just now."
Mary flashed a discerning glance at her cousin's face.
Ursula smiled, a subtle, triumphant smile. A dimple, never long in hiding, flickered on her rounded cheek.
"Oh, Ursula!" cried Mary softly. "You don't mean?"
Ursula nodded, still smiling.
The sisters were all discussing an approaching sale of work, and the two women on the sofa seemed isolated. They spoke quietly. "Do the others know?"
"Not yet. I'll feel such a fool telling them. They always make such an ungodly fuss about these kind of things, and because I've been South for so long they forget there's any such possibility."
"When?"
"April."