She had small doubt as to the primary cause of this late visit.
"Well ?" she said, a faintly humorous twinkle gleaming in the depths of her brown eyes, although there were tired shadows underneath them.
"Well ?" "Yes, you dear silly woman, of course you know what I've come about," responded Nan, ensconcing herself on the cushioned window seat.
"I'd know better if you were to explain." "Then--in his words--why have you refused Ralph Fenton ?" "Oh, is that it ?"--indifferently.

"Because I don't want to marry--at present." And Penelope picked up her brush and resumed the brushing of her hair as though the matter were at an end.
"So that's why you told him--as your reason for refusing him--that you wouldn't marry him as long as I needed you ?" The hair-brush clattered to the floor.
"The idiot!--I suppose he told Kitty ?" exclaimed Penelope, making a dive after her brush.
"Yes, he did.

And Kitty told me.

And now I've come to tell you that I entirely decline to be a reason for your refusing to marry a nice young man like Ralph." Penelope was silent, and Nan, coming over to her side, slipped an arm about her shoulders.
"Dear old Penny! It was just like you, but if you think I'm going to let you make a burnt-offering of yourself in that way, you're mistaken.
Do you suppose"-- indignantly--"that I can't look after myself ?" "I'm quite sure of it." "Rubbish! Why, I've got Kitty and Uncle David and oh! dozens of people to look after me!" Penelope's mouth set itself in an obstinate line.
"I shall never marry till you do, Nan.

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