'Of course I don't mean that, Nan—how could I have been so stupid! I don't mean that—exactly. What I mean is that it doesn't seem to me as if it was supposed to be a very fearfully romantic match, and all that kind of thing. It's a very good arrangement; but it isn't I who ought to be expected to make sacrifices——'
'But surely your husband's interests will be yours!' exclaimed Nan.
'Oh yes, certainly,' her sister said, somewhat indifferently. 'No doubt that's true, in a way. Quite true, in a kind of way. Still, there are limits; and I should not like to be buried alive for ever in the country.'
Then she sighed.
'Poor Jack!' she said.
She went to the window.
'When I marry, I know at least one who will be sorry. I can fancy him walking up and down there—looking at the house as he used to do; and, oh! so grateful if only you went to the window for a moment. He will see it in the papers, I suppose.'
She turned to her sister, and said, triumphantly—
'Well, the Vice-Chancellor was done that time!'
'What time?'