"Those ten days were filled. I kept myself busy so that I wouldn't have a chance to think about the future, though of course I didn't really know how I dreaded it. I talked to the only girl who was near enough to me to be called a friend.
"'Find a man you can respect. That's the main thing,' she always said.
'You'll learn to love him later on.'
"It was a great comfort to me. I kept thinking back to that advice all the time."
"They's nothing worse than a talky woman," declared Sinclair hotly. "Go on!"
"Then, all at once, the day came. I'll never forget how I wakened that morning and looked out at the sun. I had a queer feeling that even the sunshine would never seem the same after that day. It was like going to a death."
"So you went to this gent and told him just how you felt, and he let your promise slide?"
"No."
Sinclair groaned.
"I couldn't go to him. I didn't dare. I don't imagine that I ever thought of such a thing. Then there were crowds of people around all day, giving me good wishes. And all the time I felt like death.
"Somehow I got to the church. Everything was hazy to me, and my heart was thundering all the time. In the church there was a blur of faces. All at once the blur cleared. I saw Jude Cartwright, and I knew I couldn't marry him!"