"When was this decision reached?"
"But yesterday. Soon after she came in from her walk with you."
"Do—do you mean to imply that THAT had anything to do with her leaving your home?" he demanded, with a flush on his cheek.
She met his look without flinching. "It was the beginning."
"You—you criticised her? You took her to task—"
"I notified her that she was to marry Leslie Wrandall, if she marries any one at all," she said in a perfectly level tone.
"Good Lord, Mrs. Wrandall!"
"But she is not going to marry Leslie."
"I know it—I knew it yesterday," he cried triumphantly. "She loves me, Sara. Didn't she say as much to you?"
"Yes, Brandon, she loves you. But she will not be your wife."