"But I can't," argued Jeannette. Her determination of two hours ago had vanished into the Ewigkeit.
Chilminster had an inspiration. "What do you say if we do it together?"
While she digested this expedient he fetched paper and pencil, and then sat gazing at the ceiling for inspiration.
"Well?" she queried at the end of a minute.
"How ought one to begin these things?" asked the desperate man.
Jeannette cogitated deeply. "It's so difficult to say what one wants to a stranger in a letter, isn't it?" she hesitated. "Wouldn't a telegram do?"
"By Jove! Yes; and simply say: 'Miss Urmy wishes to deny——'"
"In my name!" exclaimed Jeannette.
"Well—you are the person aggrieved."
"I really don't think it's fair to put the whole of the responsibility on my shoulders," she demurred.