And then there's--the newspapers.

Bertram, right away, now, _everybody_ will know it." Her voice was tragic.
Bertram relaxed visibly.

A tender light came to his eyes.
"Well, didn't you expect everybody would know it, my dear ?" "Y-yes; but--" At her hesitation, the tender light changed to a quick fear.
"Billy, you aren't--sorry ?" The pink glory that suffused her face answered him before her words did.
"Sorry! Oh, never, Bertram! It's only that it won't be ours any longer--that is, it won't belong to just our two selves.

Everybody will know it.

And they'll bow and smile and say 'How lovely!' to our faces, and 'Did you ever ?' to our backs.