Young People's Pride by Stephen Vincent Benet

An hour later and still the grand news hasn't been told. In fact very little that Mrs. Ellicott would regard as either sensible or reasonable has happened at all. Though they do not know it the conversation has been oddly like that of two dried desert-travellers who have suddenly come upon water and for quite a while afterwards find it hard to think of anything else. But finally:

"Dearest, dearest, what was the grand news? " says Oliver half-drowsily. "We must talk it over, dear, I suppose, I guess, oh, we must -- oh, but you're so sweet -- " and he relapses again into speechlessness.