They were two of a family of ten; a country clergyman's family that had for its support something under three hundred pounds a year.

Phyllis, the eldest girl, worked for her living as a private secretary and had only lately returned home for a brief holiday.
Lord Wyverton, who had seen her once or twice in town, had actually followed her thither to pursue his courtship.

She had not believed herself to be the attraction.

She had persistently refused to believe him to be in earnest until that afternoon, when the unbelievable thing had actually happened and he had definitely asked her to be his wife.

Even then, sitting alone with her sister in the bedroom they shared, she could scarcely bring herself to realize what had happened to her.
"Yes," she said; "I accepted him of course--of course.