"Not yet," said Nancy. "The operation was to be at ten o'clock, and he promised to wire directly he knew the result. We shall probably get a telegram this afternoon."
Colin attacked the roast chicken, which Martha Jane had cooked to perfection, and passed over a generous helping.
"And what about last night?" he inquired. "I had no time to ask you anything this morning, but I'm longing to hear how Fenton behaved himself."
"Well, to begin with," said Nancy, "he asked me to marry him."
Colin paused in the act of dissecting a wing.
"Did he, by Jove! I hope you told him to go to blazes?"
"Something rather similar," said Nancy, "only I tried to put it as nicely as possible."
"And how did he take it?"
Nancy paused. "It may sound conceited," she replied, "but I should say he was more angry and disappointed than any one I ever saw in my life."
"I can quite believe it," said Colin. "You're just the sort of girl who'd make a man feel like that."