"We must tell Connie." She had seen the young man from York leave Gertrude Larkinton to ask Adelaide some question, looking all the time in the direction of Connie's blue dress. If only Connie could have this little piece of flattery to soothe her directly she had been told about the doctor, like a chocolate after the dose, it might just save the situation. Mrs. Hammond hurried to her daughter.
"Connie, you'll never guess." They must take it lightly. "Such a piece of news, isn't it, Muriel?"
"Oh, I suppose so. Dr. McKissack and that Hemmingway girl are going to be married," remarked Muriel without enthusiasm.
Adelaide was leading the young man across the room. Connie started and looked up.
"How did you hear?" she asked quickly.
"He told me now. She's here. In the green dress."
They waited for a time that seemed to be years long, while the first notes of "The Pink Lady" summoned couples from their seats. Then Connie's shrill laugh rang out.
"So you've only just heard? You know, he told me days ago."
Adelaide was there with her young man.
"Hullo, Addie, how's the world with you?"