"Tuck yourself up in one of the lounge chairs and I'll see that no one bothers you." But Nan was in no mood for a lounge chair.

Lighting a cigarette, she paced restlessly up and down the flagged path of the quadrangular court, absorbed in her thoughts.
It seemed to her as though Fate had suddenly given her a gentle push in the direction of marriage with Roger.

She knew now that Penny had refused Ralph solely on her account--so that she might not be left alone.

If she could go to her and tell her that she herself was about to marry Trenby, then the only obstacle which stood in the way of Penelope's happiness would be removed.

Last night her thoughts had swung from side to side in a ceaseless ding-dong struggle of indecision, but this new factor in the matter weighted the scales heavily in favour of her marrying Trenby.
At last she made up her mind.