“How are we going to help it?”
“Break the engagement; there’s one way. Say the word, Darcy, my child,” said Gloria striking a sacrificial attitude, “and I’ll go across and gather in Monty Veyze, myself, for your sake.”
“Isn’t there an obstacle on this side of the water?” suggested Darcy shyly, thinking of Jack Remsen.
Gloria reddened a little. “Not that any one knows of,” she returned.
“Anyway, if the engagement is broken, they’ll say he jilted me.”
“Then jilt him.”
“They’d never believe it.”
“Probably not,” assented Gloria.
“And October is awfully near! I’ll never dare show my face again,” wailed Darcy.
“Oh, I don’t know,” returned the other reassuringly. “If it were your old face, now, you might be justified in not wanting to show it. Faces change, and we change with ’em, as the prophet says.”