It would break my heart, Jane, to see Elmhurst turned into a hospital." Phibbs arrived with the spectacles, and Jane Merrick read her letter, her face growing harder with every line she mastered.

Then she crumpled the paper fiercely in both hands, and a moment later smoothed it out carefully and replaced it in the envelope.
Silas Watson had watched her silently.
"Well," said he, at last, "another acceptance ?" "No, a refusal," said she.

"A refusal from the Irishman's daughter, Patricia Doyle." "That's bad," he remarked, but in a tone of relief.
"I don't see it in that light at all," replied Miss Jane.

"The girl is right.

It's the sort of letter I'd have written myself, under the circumstances.