I wouldn't have worried you." He was full of shocked contrition and remorse.
Kitty felt she had been disingenuous.

But she had sheltered Nan from the cave-man that dwelt in Roger--oddly at variance with the streak of conventionality which lodged somewhere in his temperamental make-up.
And she was quite sure that, if Lord St.John knew, he would be glad that his death should have succoured Nan, just as in life he had always sought to serve her.
"I want Nan to come and stay with me for a time," pursued Kitty steadily, on the principle of striking while the iron is hot.

"Later on I'll bring her down to Mallow, and later still we can talk about the wedding.

You'll have to wait some months, Roger." He assented, and Nan, realising that it was his mother in him, for the moment uppermost, making these concessions to convention, felt conscious of a wild hysterical desire to burst out laughing.

She made a desperate effort to control herself.
The room seemed to be growing very dark.