It was evident that she was only waiting for the door to shut to tell Rachel all about it.

Indeed, directly they were inside her room, she sat on the end of the bed and said, "I suppose you think I'm mad ?" Rachel was not in the mood to think clearly about any one's state of mind.

She was however in the mood to say straight out whatever occurred to her without fear of the consequences.
"Somebody's proposed to you," she remarked.
"How on earth did you guess that ?" Evelyn exclaimed, some pleasure mingling with her surprise.

"Do as I look as if I'd just had a proposal ?" "You look as if you had them every day," Rachel replied.
"But I don't suppose I've had more than you've had," Evelyn laughed rather insincerely.
"I've never had one." "But you will--lots--it's the easiest thing in the world--But that's not what's happened this afternoon exactly.

It's--Oh, it's a muddle, a detestable, horrible, disgusting muddle!" She went to the wash-stand and began sponging her cheeks with cold water; for they were burning hot.