Adding in a lighter tone: "I'm going out now.

If Maryon Rooke comes, don't begin by breaking his for him." The door closed behind her and Nan, left alone, strolled restlessly over to the window and stood looking out.
"Break his!" she whispered under her breath.

"Dear old Penny! She doesn't know the probabilities in this particular game of chance." The slanting afternoon sunlight revealed once more that sudden touch of gravity--almost of fear--in her face.

It was rather a charming face, delicately angled, with cheeks that hollowed slightly beneath the cheek-bones and a chin which would have been pointed had not old Dame Nature changed her mind at the last moment and elected to put a provoking little cleft there.

Nor could even the merciless light of a wintry sun find a flaw in her skin.