His mother had not told him.

She was a tenderly sentimental woman, and had always had her fancies with regard to her son and Ellen Brewster.

When she heard the news she reflected that it would perhaps remove the girl from her boy immeasurably, that he would be pained, so she said nothing.

Every night when he came home she had watched his face to see if he had heard.
Now Ellen told him.

"You know what Miss Cynthia Lennox is going to do for me," she said, abruptly, almost boastfully, she was so eager in her partisanship of Cynthia.
Granville looked at her blankly.