But her steel-blue eyes were as icy and unyielding as the sky of the winter night. She stood waiting in a silence which Rosemary could break only by a convulsive effort.
“Ellen, Mr. Meredith was here this evening.”
“And—and—he asked me to marry him.”
“So I expected. Of course, you refused him?”
“Rosemary.” Ellen clenched her hands and took an involuntary step forward. “Do you mean to tell me that you accepted him?”