Part 50 (1/2)
”I didn't know she knew it yet.”
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.”
”And she said?”
”Regretted that other plans would not permit her to fall in with mine.”
”Then I don't quite see how you are so sure.”
”That's just what she says, but I've a notion she is planning the trousseau.”
Alice flashed a sidelong look at him. Was he playing with her? Or did he mean it?
”You'll let me know when I may safely congratulate you,” she retorted ironically.
”Now is the best time. I may not see you this evening.”
”Oh, it's to be this evening, is it?”
”To the best of my belief and hope.”
His complacency struck a spark from her. ”You needn't be so c.o.c.k sure. I daresay she won't have you.”
His smile took her into his confidence. ”That's what I'm afraid of myself, but I daren't let her see it.”
”That sounds better.”
”I think she wants to eat her cake and have it, too.”
”Meaning, please?”
”That she likes me, but would rather hold me off a while.”