heart.
Kennaston stood before her, smiling a little. He was the sort of man
to appreciate the manoeuver.
"My lady," he asked, very softly, "haven't you any good news for me on
this wonderful morning?"
"Excellent news," Margaret assented, with a cheerfulness that was
not utterly free from trepidation. "I've decided not to marry you,
beautiful, and I trust you're properly grateful. You see, you're very
nice, of course, but I'm going to marry somebody else, and bigamy is
a crime, you know; and, anyhow, I'm only a pauper, and you'd never be