"Yes, Miss Cardigan."

"What will their word be?"

"I do not know, ma'am."

"You will tell them, Daisy?"

This was very disagreeable to me. I had thought over these
things, and made up my mind; but to outline on canvass, as it
were, and put in full depth of shadow, all the images of
opposition real and possible that might rise in my way - which
I knew might rise, - I liked not to do it. Still Miss Cardigan
had reason; and when she repeated, "You will tell them at
once?" I answered,

"No, Miss Cardigan; I think not."

"When, then, will you tell them?" she said shortly.

"I think I will not tell them at all. I will wait, till -"

"Till Christian does it?"

"Yes."

"When will _that_ be?"

"I do not know. It may be - a great while. Why should I tell
them before, Miss Cardigan?"