She looked up in a moment.

Thyrza's face was agitated.
'What does that matter ?' Totty said, in a rather hard voice.

And she added, drawing herself up awkwardly, 'You've made your own choice, Thyrza.' For an instant surprise held Thyrza mute; then she exclaimed: 'But, Totty, you don't think--?
I was thinking of you, dear; only of you.

You never supposed I--Oh, say you didn't think that, Totty!' Totty relaxed her muscles a little.

She smiled, shook her head, laughed uneasily.
'I meant, dear,' Thyrza continued, 'that I hope you do love him, as you're going to marry him.