"Married!" Katie said, with a certain contempt. To be married would be the prose of the transaction. She felt herself upon a higher, more ethereal altitude. "That would be nothing," she said. "There would be no secret then. Oh, Lily, isn't it wonderful? This is a ring that is his very own, that an old lady gave him when he was a boy. Look at it! It's all turquoise, and turquoise means happiness. He put it on my finger, but I dare not wear it on my finger, for mamma would be sure to notice. She notices everything. Old people," said Katie, aggrieved, "pretend to wear spectacles, and all that, as if they couldn't see: but nothing escapes them! I can't put a pin in my collar, but mamma will see it. 'Katie, Katie!' she always says; and I know in a moment what it is. Oh, but she would say, 'Katie, Katie!' twice as loud, if she saw this! So I wear it round my neck: but I may put it on here," Katie said. "Look, Lilias! Isn't it bonnie? I always wanted a ring, but I never thought I would get the engaged ring the very first of all." There was a little triumph in Katie's tone. Not only was Lilias far, very far, from being the proud possessor of an "engaged" ring, but she had scarcely been allowed "to speak to a gentleman"--a thing Mrs. Seton thought the worst policy--in all her life. "But never mind the ring. Tell me about--what happened," said Lilias. "You have not even told me who it is." "Oh!" cried Katie, red with indignation, "who could it be but _him_? I am sure I have never said a word, or even thought of anybody but him for--for ages," she added, with a little vagueness, sinking from the assumed superiority of her former tone. "Well, dear," said Lilias, soothingly, "but then, you know, there was Mr. Dunlop." "I never cared a bit about him. He was only just in the way. You have to let a gentleman speak to you when he is in your way." "I suppose so," said Lilias, with a faint sigh. Such an experience had never happened to herself. "But how was I to know? And it is not very long since--but it _is_ Philip? Oh, yes, I supposed so all along, especially as it is such a secret. If it had been Mr. Dunlop it would have been no secret--or Robbie--or--" "I wish you would not speak such nonsense. I never, never thought--it was only just for fun. I never in all my life cared for anybody but him! Oh, never; you may say what you please, but it's only me that can know." "That is true," said Lilias, with gentle conviction. "But tell me how it happened, and when--and what he said, and what you said. It will be like a story, but only far, far more interesting," Lilias said.