"But Peter knows it. He knew them together."
"Peter knew her with Tom," said Electra conclusively. "One proof is
worth as much as the other."
At the door she turned, almost a beseeching look upon her face, as she
remembered another shock that had been dealt her.
"Grandmother!" she said.
"Well!"
"You spoke of Mr. Stark--"
The old lady's thought went traveling back. Then her face lighted.
"Oh," she said. "Yes, I know. I'm engaged to Billy."
"Grandmother--" Electra blushed a little, painfully--"You can't
mean--grandmother, are you going to marry him?"
Madam Fulton laid her head back upon the small silk pillow of her chair.
She never owned to it, but sometimes the dull hour after luncheon
brought with it a drowsiness she was ceasing to combat. She smiled at
Electra, who seemed very far away from her through the veil of that
approaching slumber and through the years that separated them.
"We shan't marry at once, Electra," she said, dropping off while the
girl looked at her. "Not at once. I expect to have a good many little
affairs before I settle down."