Pauline and Guy with their formal engagement in sight were careful to give no excuse for a postponement by abusing their privileges. The river was now much overgrown with weeds, and in the last week of July rough weather set in which kept them in the Rectory a good deal on the occasions when they met. Guy too was harder at work than he had been all the Summer. The fact of being presently engaged in the eyes of the world was sufficiently exciting for Pauline to console her for the shorter time spent with Guy. Moreover she was so grateful to her family for not opposing the publication of the engagement that she tried particularly to impress them with the sameness of herself, notwithstanding her being in love with Guy. It happened therefore that the old manner of existence at the Rectory reasserted itself for a while; the music in the evenings, the mornings in the garden, everything indeed that could make the family suppose that she was set securely in the heart of their united life. "When you and Margaret marry," Monica announced, one afternoon when the three sisters were in their nursery, "I really think I shall become a nun." "But we can't all leave Father and Mother," Pauline exclaimed shocked at the deserted prospect. "Now isn't that like people in love?" said Monica. "Ah, but anyway I shall only be living at Plashers Mead," Pauline went on. "So they won't be left entirely alone." "And as I probably shan't ever make up my mind to be married," Margaret added, "and as I've yet to meet the Mother Superior whom Monica could stand for more than a week it seems probable that everything at the Rectory will go on pretty much the same." "Margaret, you will marry. I can't think why you talk like that. If you don't intend to marry Richard, you ought to tell him so now, and not keep him any longer in uncertainty." Pauline realized that Margaret did not like this direct attack, but it was so rarely that Margaret made it possible even to allude to Richard that she had to take the opportunity. "I don't think I've interfered much with you and Guy," said Margaret. "Is it necessary that you should settle my affairs?" "Oh, don't speak so unkindly to me, Margaret. I'm not trying to interfere. And anyway you do criticize Guy and me. Both you and Monica criticize us." "Only when you tell us we don't understand about love." "Well, you don't." "All of us don't want to be in love quite so obviously as you," said Margaret. "And Monica agrees with me." Monica nodded. "Well, it's my character," said Pauline. "I always knew that when I did fall in love, I should fall dreadfully deep in love. I don't want to be thinking all the while about my personal dignity. I adore Guy. Why shouldn't I show it? Margaret loves Richard, but simply because she's so self-conscious she can't bear to show it. You call me morbid, Margaret, but I call you much more morbid than me."