“That isn't quite fair, Nancy,” I protested. “You haven't given me much evidence that you did think about me.”
“Have I received much encouragement to do so?” she inquired.
“But you haven't seemed to invite—you've kept me at arm's length.”
“Oh, don't fence!” she cried, rather sharply.
I had become agitated, but her next words gave me a shock that was momentarily paralyzing.
“I asked you to come here to-day, Hugh, because I wished you to know that I have made up my mind to marry Hambleton Durrett.”
“Hambleton Durrett!” I echoed stupidly. “Hambleton Durrett!”
“Why not?”
“Have you—have you accepted him?”
“No. But I mean to do so.”