How can you promise that you'll not make a madder sensation some day ?" Gaston smiled up at her.

Her fresh honesty, under the guise of banter, was always grateful to him.

He shook his head, smiled, and said nothing.
She went on.
"I want a promise that you will do what your godfather and godmother will swear for you." She acted on him like wine.
"Of course, anything.

Who are my godfather and godmother ?" She looked him steadily, warmly in the eyes: "Warren and myself." Now he understood: his promise to his grandmother and grandfather.

So, they had spoken! He was sure that Mrs.Gasgoyne had objected.