'Yes!'
'And you don't know what to do, child?'
'To do?' she exclaimed.
'Which--I mean which you shall accept. Really,' Mr. Fishwick continued, his brain succumbing to a kind of vertigo as he caught himself balancing the pretensions of Sir George and Lord Almeric, 'it is a very remarkable position for any young lady to enjoy, however born. Such a choice--'
'Choice!' she cried fiercely, out of the darkness. 'There is no choice. Don't you understand? I told him No, no, no, a thousand times No!'
Mr. Fishwick sighed. 'But I understood you to say,' he answered meekly, 'that you did not know what to do.'
'How to tell Sir George! How to tell him.'
Mr. Fishwick was silent a moment. Then he said earnestly, 'I would not tell him. Take my advice, child. No harm has been done. You said No to the other.'
'I said Yes,' she retorted.
'But I thought--'