“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.”
A look of ecstatic relief came into Uncle Chris’ face.
“Then Underhill … ?”