"Of course it doesn't!"
"Well, answer me this: If I were going to be married, would you give
Ralph a different answer?"
"I might"—non-committally.
"Then you may as well go and do it. As I am going to be married—to
Roger Trenby."
"To Roger! Nan, you don't mean it? It isn't true?"
"It is—perfectly true. Have you anything to say against it?"—defiantly.
"Everything. He's the last man in the world to make you happy."
"Time will decide that. In any case he's coming on Monday for my answer. And that will be 'yes.' So you and Ralph can have your banns put up with a clear conscience—as the only just cause and impediment is now removed."
Penelope was silent.
"You ought to be rather pleased with me than otherwise," insisted Nan.