“Oh, then you know what’s right. But oughtn’t he to have some beef-tea?”
Cornel shook her head, and Keren-Happuch was silent for a few minutes, but she could refrain no longer.
“You’re the ’Merican lady he was engaged to, aren’t you?”
Cornel bowed.
“I thought you was. I’ve took him your letters with Bosting on ’em, lots o’ times.”
Cornel sighed.
“You’re going to marry him, ain’t you?”
“No.”
“Then it’s all off?”
“Yes.”