"But, for goodness' sake, child, why can't you?"
"Because—oh, because—I'm married to Bob already."
[CHAPTER IX]
It was one of those occasions when the auditory nerve seems to connect imperfectly with the brain. Mrs. Collingham placed her cup on the table and leaned forward, puzzled, tense.
"What did you say? Sit down. Tell me that again."
Jennie collapsed against the tan cushion of the chair, and repeated her confession. Her hostess's brows knitted painfully.
"But I don't understand. When did you marry him?"
The girl explained that it had been on the previous afternoon.
"But—but—you said just now that you were in love with some one else."
"So I am—only—only, Bob made me."