Chapter XL

Archie felt a tug at his sleeve. Margot had jumped up, scattering her chocolates. She hung on his arm, laughing and excited. ‘Archie, you didn’t guess, did you? Papa, I didn’t tell him. I wanted to frightfully, but I didn’t. So you see I _can_ keep a promise. I didn’t tell him a single word—did I, Archie? Archie, isn’t it _frightfully_ exciting about Papa not being drowned? Papa, may I tell him _all_ about it now? Because we’re very nearly engaged—aren’t we, Archie? Papa, he won’t propose to me because he says I’m …