"But you know what Mother is, Lorne. Suppose they hadn't
any objection, she would never keep it to herself! She'd
want to go announcing it all over the place; she'd think
it was the proper thing to do."
"But, Dora, why not? If you knew how I want to announce
it! I should like to publish it in the sunrise--and the
wind--so that I couldn't go out of doors without seeing
it myself."
"I shouldn't mind having it in Toronto Society, when the
time comes. But not yet, Lorne--not for ages. I'm only
twenty-two--nobody thinks of settling down nowadays before
she's twenty-five at the very earliest. I don't know a
single girl in this town that has--among my friends,
anyway. That's three years off, and you CAN'T expect me
to be engaged for three years."
"No." said Lorne, "engaged six months, married the rest
of the time. Or the periods might run concurrently if
you preferred--I shouldn't mind."
"An engaged girl has the very worst time. She gets hardly
any attention, and as to dances--well, it's a good thing
for her if the person she's engaged to CAN dance," she
added, teasingly.
Lorne coloured. "You said I was improving, Dora," he
said, and then laughed at the childish claim. "But that
isn't really a thing that counts, is it? If our lives
only keep step it won't matter much about the 'Washington
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