“Good God!” Ginger's voice rose in a sharp wail. “You can't mean you really... You don't seriously intend to marry the man?”
“I must. I've promised.”
“But, good heavens...”
“It's no good. I must.”
“But the man's a blighter!”
“I can't break my word.”
“I never heard such rot,” said Ginger vehemently. “Of course you can. A girl isn't expected...”
“I can't, Ginger dear, I really can't.”
“But look here...”
“It's really no good talking about it any more, really it isn't... Where are you staying to-night?”