"Suppose—I mean, just suppose, dear—he felt it his duty to forbid your engagement altogether. What would you do then?"
"It wouldn't be very nice of him, I must say. He was as pleased as Punch over it when I was down there. If he's so capricious, I don't see how he can blame me."
"Blame you, for what, dear?"
"For staying engaged—if it's all right."
"But if he thought it wasn't all right?"
"You do, don't you?"
Evie, who had been prancing about the room, turned sharply on Miriam, who was still at her desk.
"That isn't the question—"
"No, but it's a question. I presume you don't mind my asking it?"
"You may ask me anything, darling—of course. But this is your uncle Jarrott's affair, and yours. It wouldn't do for me—"