"You know what I mean. Uncle Chris, listen to me! You are not to propose to that awful woman. Do you understand?"
Uncle Chris shook his head.
"The die is cast!"
"The die isn't anything of the sort," said Jill. "Unless...." She stopped, aghast. "You don't mean that you have done it already?"
"Well, no. To be perfectly accurate, no. But...."
"Then that's all right. I know why you were doing it, and it was very sweet of you, but you mustn't."
"But, Jill, you don't understand."
"I do understand."
"I have a motive...."
"I know your motive. Freddie told me. Don't you worry yourself about me, dear, because I am all right. I am going to be married."