“Well, you yourself know best what it was.”
“I should have called it an engagement, but as neither his family nor mine would acknowledge it, perhaps it wasn’t.”
“There was no chance of your getting married for years, so it seemed better not to make it public. I can’t tell you I’m sorry you’ve broken it off.”
“I should hardly say it’s broken off—rather that it’s rotted away.”
Her voice sounded unusually hard, and Peter felt a little ashamed of himself.
“I’m frightfully sorry, Jenny”—taking her arm—“I’m afraid we’ve all been rather unsympathetic, but——”
“Gervase hasn’t. It was he who advised me to end things.”
“The deuce it was!”
“Yes—he saw it as I did—simply ridiculous.”
“So it was, my dear—since you couldn’t get married till the Lord knows when.”