"No," replied Nansie. "To tell you the truth, Kingsley, I scarcely knew in what light to regard him."
"He says something to that effect in his letter," remarked Kingsley, "but it seems to be honestly and sincerely written."
"I think so, too," said Nansie.
"But you see," said Kingsley, "in his offer of a home--which is very kind; I do not underrate it--he evidently looks upon you as a single young lady."
"I shall write, telling him that I am married."
"It will be best; and write soon, else he might think there was something wrong--of which, my dear," added Kingsley, rubbing his forehead, "I am not quite sure myself."
"What makes you say that, Kingsley?" asked Nansie, anxiously.
"Well, my darling," replied Kingsley, "it is altogether the best to look things straight in the face, isn't it?"
"Quite the best, dear."
"We have decided on that before, Nansie."