Norah arrived with a very early breakfast. I twisted in Bill's hold. To no avail. Bar, again, such strong bars, so tender, so utterly protective.
"What's the matter?"
"Norah—"
"But," said Bill in triumph, after the door had been shut behind the smiling woman, "after all, Mavis, we're married!"
"Why, so we are!"
I sat up in bed and stared at him.
"It's not fair!" said I, hotly.
"What?"
"We've not even been engaged," I said, "or anything. I don't like it!"
"Don't you, honestly?"