At the sound, the imperative need for self-control rushed over her.

Penelope, of all people, must never know--never guess that she wasn't happy in her engagement to Roger.

She didn't intend to spoil Penny's own happiness by the faintest cloud of worry on her account.
She snatched up the prayer-book she had let fall and switching off the lights, dropped down on the hearthrug just as Penelope came in, fresh and glowing, from her walk.
"All in the dark ?" she queried as she entered.

"You look like a kitten curled up by the fire." She stooped and kissed Nan with unwonted tenderness.

Then she turned up the lights and drew the curtains across the window, shutting out the grey October twilight.
"Penny," said Nan, fingering the prayer-book, "have you ever read the marriage service ?" Penelope's face lightened with a sudden radiance.
"Yes, isn't it beautiful ?" Nan stared at her.
"Beautiful ?" She gave an odd little laugh.