Easterley. I think I can.
Wilbraham. Do you know, Bob, I saw Miss Fanshawe yesterday, and we were talking about you. But she didn't seem to know that she was to decide so momentous a question.
Easterley. Perhaps she didn't know.
Wilbraham. Perhaps not; but, Bob, I think I should like, if it could be so arranged, to be married on the same day as you and Bessie.
Easterley. Jack, I am very glad indeed, but I never guessed it, though I did wonder what was taking you to Sydney so often.
Wilbraham. It was not that; it was, in the first place, to leave you and Bessie together; but sure enough it led to that.
Easterley. But who is she? Oh, Jack, I hope we shall not be worse friends after we are married.
Wilbraham (with a knowing smile). Somehow, Bob, I don't think we will.
Easterley. Surely it is not Violet?
Wilbraham. Yes, it's Violet; so she and Bessie may as well settle both days in one.
Easterley. Well, I am very glad; but how is it that Bessie never told me, for surely Violet must have told her.
Wilbraham. No, she didn't. It was only settled
