"Do you mean it?"
"Look at me. Do you think I have dressed up like this for nothing?"
"But don't you see it is impossible?"
"Impossible? Don't you want me any longer then? You promised to marry me, Sir—are you going to break your promise?"
She was laughing, but trying at the same time not to cry. Stowell's voice grew thick and husky.
"Go home to your father's house, Fenella. That is the only place for you."
"But my father has turned me out, so if you send me away also I shan't have a roof to cover me."
"Is that true?"
She tried to laugh again with her old gaiety.
"Well .... nearly."