“Lady Van.”
Patty was crying as Nan finished. It so brought back the fine but eccentric old lady, and so renewed that dreadful promise, that the girl was completely upset.
“You see,” she sobbed, “I’ve got to marry him. This is like a voice from the grave, holding me to my vow. Isn’t it, Nan?”
“Patty, look here. Do you want to marry Phil, or don’t you?”
At the quick, sharp question, Patty looked up with a start.
“Honest, Nan, I don’t know.”
“Then you ought to find out. It’s this way, Patty. If you do want to marry him, or if you are willing to, there’s no use in fussing over this promise business. If you don’t, and if you are sure you don’t, then you must break that promise. But, you’ve got to be sure first.”
“How can I be sure?”
“Is there anybody else you care for?”
“N—no.”