“Nan is so cut because people talk.”
“When is she coming to Dunellen?”
“She wouldn’t come with me! How I did coax her! She will come in September. She says that she will stay with me until she is married.”
“Then she doesn’t intend to take the veil because of this?”
“She did say so—seriously—that she would enter a convent—”
“A monastery!” suggested Tessa.
“Where the monks are,” laughed Mary, “I think that would suit her better.”
“And believe me—Dr. Towne is not capable of doing a cruel or a mean thing—don’t talk to your cousin about him.”
“Oh, me! there he is now coming towards us! On our path, too. I’ll break the rules and run across the grass if you will.”
It was certainly Ralph Towne. He was walking slowly with his eyes bent upon the ground.