“Well, I mean by going to what will be a real wedding in half mourning.”
“Malcolm agreed that I was right, dear.”
“Oh, then I’m wrong. Only, if I had known, I should have put my foot down—hard. Why, even Edie was hinting at it just now.”
“Let the past rest, dear,” said Myra gently.
“After this morning—yes, my darling. But I always feel as if I ought to apologise to you, Myra.”
“No, no, dear.”
“But I say yes. The clever, plausible scoundrel dazzled me, and I thought your opposition only maidenly shrinking. Yes, dazzled me, with his wit and cheery manners, knowledge of the world, and such a game, too, as he played at piquet. It was ashore, you see, and he was too much for me. If I’d had him at sea it would have been different. I was to blame all through—but you forgive me all the misery I caused you?”
“My dear father!”
“Ah, there I am crushing your dress again. Stratton’s a lucky dog, and we’ll think it was all for the best.”
“Of course, dear.”