"No, I won't do that. I am not engaged to you, and cannot be until your family consent and are nice to me," I said.
"Darling!" he faltered, and his voice trembled with emotion. "Darling, love is between you and me—it is our lives. However, that can go. The ways of my family—nothing shall ever separate you from me or me from you, I swear it! Write to Christopher."
I sat down at a table in the hall and wrote:
"Dear Mr. Carruthers,—
"I am sorry I was out."
then I bit the end of my pen.
"Don't come and see me this evening. I will tell you why in a day or two.
"Yours sincerely,
"Evangeline Travers."
"Will that do?" I said, and I handed it to Robert, while I addressed the envelope.