"I will not answer that question, no matter what issues hang on it," she retorted hotly.
"Miss Crewe, I have your interest at heart, believe me. I strongly advise you to answer."
"No."
"You mean you will not accept him."
"I mean no such thing. I mean I refuse to answer."
"Why?"
"You ought to know. The question is—indelicate. When—if Dr. Ballard says he wishes to marry me, it will be time enough for me to answer—him."
"He has already said so."
Miss Crewe started. "What do you mean?" she demanded imperiously.
"Dr. Ballard has already told your grandmother he wishes to marry you. Madam Crewe would like to know your intentions."