Only, in the strange world we live in, that is not regarded in the light of a "lawful" impediment, so she wouldn't need to confess it--at least, not to anyone except Roger, and her sense of fair play had already impelled her to do that.
Her eyes flew along the words of the service, skimming hastily over the tender beauty of the vows the man and woman give each other.

For they are only beautiful if love informs them.

To Nan they were rather terrifying with their suggestion of irrevocability.
"_So long as ye both shall live.

.

._" Why, she and Roger were young enough to anticipate thirty or forty years together! Thirty or forty years--before death came and released them from each other.
"_Then shall the priest join their right hands together and say, Those whom God hath joined together, let no man put asunder._" Nan stretched out a slender right hand and regarded it curiously.