“I say — that sounds all right for you! You always wanted to be independent.”
“Yes.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I only knew last week.”
“But I heard a month ago,” he said.
“Yes; but nothing was settled then.”
“I should have thought,” he said, “you’d have told me you were trying.”
She ate her food in the deliberate, constrained way, almost as if she recoiled a little from doing anything so publicly, that he knew so well.
“I suppose you’re glad,” he said.
“Very glad.”
“Yes — it will be something.”