I'll see to it all," she proclaimed.

"Good gracious, there's a post in the country, isn't there?
Patterns can be sent and everything got under way, and finally Madame Veronique shall come down here for the fittings.

So that's that!" But in spite of Kitty's good offices, Nan was beginning to find the thorns in her path.

Now that her health was more or less restored, Roger no longer exercised the same self-control.

The postponing of the wedding-day to a date six weeks ahead roused him to an impatience he made no effort to conceal.
"But for your uncle's death and Kitty's prolonging your convalescence so absurdly, we should have been married by now," he told her one day with a thwarted note in his voice.
Nan shivered a little.
"Yes," she said.