"It's foolish to talk of breaking off your engagement," returned Lady Gertrude composedly. "Roger is not a man to be picked up and put down at any woman's whim—as you would find out if you tried to do it."
Inwardly Nan felt bitterly conscious that this was true. She didn't believe for a moment that Roger would release her, however much she might implore him to. And unless he himself released her, her pledge to him must stand.
"As to going away"—Lady Gertrude was speaking again. "Where would you go?"
"To the flat, of course."
"Do you mean to the flat you used to share with Mrs. Fenton?"—on a glacial note of incredulity.
"Yes."
"Who is living there?"
Nan looked puzzled. What did it matter to Lady Gertrude who lived there?
"No one, just now. The Fentons are going to stay there, when they come back, while they look for a house."
"But they are not there now?" persisted Lady Gertrude.