Elsbeth sighed.
"Well—I suppose it's all right. You'll have to manage her for the future, not I."
"Oh, she'll do all the managing," said Roger ruefully. "I foresee that this is my last stand. She's just a trifle in awe of me, at present, you know, though she doesn't know it. But it won't last. And then—heaven help me! But, you know, Cousin Elsbeth—to be henpecked by Alwynne—don't you think it will be quite pleasant?"
"It is. She's bullied me since she was three. Oh, Roger, I shall miss her." She blinked rapidly.
Roger stared away from her in awkward sympathy.
"You shan't, not very much," he said. "We'll fix things. You'll have to come and settle with us."
Elsbeth fidgeted.
"You know, you took my breath away in the kitchen just now," she said. "Are you quite sure it's all right? Does Alwynne know she's engaged to you?"
He perpended.
"Well, frankly—I don't think she did quite take it in."