“Why, what is the matter?”
“I’ve just remembered that I am going to be.”
“Don’t you want to be?”
“No.”
“But no one could force you to be married!”
“My good girl, you do not know my relatives,” said Sir Richard bitterly.
“Did they talk to you, and talk to you, and talk to you? And say it was your duty? And plague your life out? And cry at you?” asked Miss Creed.
“Something of the sort,” admitted Sir Richard. “Is that what your relatives did to you?”
“Yes. So I stole Geoffrey’s second-best suit, and climbed out of the window.”
“Who is Geoffrey?”