"No," she answered him.

"You needn't wait for me to come back.

I returned yesterday." "Kitty!" With a cry like some tortured captive thing Nan wrenched herself free and fled to Kitty's side.
"Kitty! Tell him--tell him I can't marry him now! Not yet--oh, I can't!" Kitty patted her arm reassuringly.
"Don't worry," she answered.

Then she turned to Roger.
"Your wedding will have to be postponed, Roger," she said Quietly.
"Nan's uncle died early this morning." She watched the tense anger and suspicion die swiftly out of his eyes.
The death of a relative, necessarily postponing Nan's marriage, appealed to that curious conventional strain in him, inherited from Lady Gertrude.
"Lord St.John dead ?" he repeated.

"Nan, why didn't you tell me?
I should have understood if I'd known that.