"Doris, be kind to me. I've nobody else!"
"The Lord forgive you for saying so! You've the luck of one girl in ten thousand." Now the Nun's colour grew a little hot; she raised herself on her elbow. "Here are your two men. One's going to lead a big life, while the other's chasing petticoats!"
"You think the world of Andy, don't you, Doris?"
"I'd think the universe of him if he'd give you a shaking."
Vivien smiled, rose, came to the Nun, and kissed her. The Nun's lips quivered. "He's coming down at the end of the week," said Vivien. Her voice fell to a whisper. "He's not quite so patient as you think." With another kiss she was swiftly gone.
The Nun sat on, gazing at Meriton High Street. Sally Dutton came out of the house and regarded the same prospect with an air of criticism or even of disfavour.
"I think it's all coming right about Vivien and Andy," the Nun remarked.
Sally turned her critical eyes on her friend. "Have you been helping?"
"Just a little bit perhaps, Sally." She paused a moment. "I shall be rather glad to have it settled."
The motor-car drew up at the door.