He took no notice of her question. “Look here—what day is Easter this year?”
She looked shocked at such unchristian ignorance. “Easter? Newland! Why, of course, the first week in April. Why?”
“The first week?” He turned again to the pages of his diary, calculating rapidly under his breath. “The first week, did you say?” He threw back his head with a long laugh.
“For mercy’s sake what’s the matter?”
“Nothing’s the matter, except that I’m going to be married in a month.”
Janey fell upon his neck and pressed him to her purple flannel breast. “Oh Newland, how wonderful! I’m so glad! But, dearest, why do you keep on laughing? Do hush, or you’ll wake Mamma.”