“So I am.”
“And as you’re going to marry him
“I never said I was going to marry him. I only said he might be engaged to me, if he liked.”
“Oho! So this young Merceron——”
“Not at all, grandpapa. Oh, I do wish somebody would help me!”
Lord Thrapston rose from his seat.
“You must do what you like,” he said. “I’m going to tell Calder.”
“Oh, why?”
“Because,” he answered, “I’m a man of honor.”
Before the impressive invocation of her grandfather’s one religion, Agatha’s opposition collapsed.