"Don't SPEAK of her!" she exclaimed with an uneasy glance around.

And Grant knew he was correct in his suspicion as to who was goading and lashing her to hasten into matrimony.
"Well--have you selected your--" As Arkwright hesitated she supplied, "Victim." They laughed, she less enthusiastically than he.

"Though," she added, "I assure you, I'll make him happy.

It takes intelligence to make a man happy, even if he wants the most unintelligent kind of happiness.

And you've just admitted I'm not stupid." Arkwright was studying her.