Ellen recovered her self-command.
“What DID you do then?”
“I—I asked him to give me a few days to think it over.”
“I hardly see why that was necessary,” said Ellen, coldly contemptuous, “when there is only the one answer you can make him.”
Rosemary held out her hands beseechingly.
“Ellen,” she said desperately, “I love John Meredith—I want to be his wife. Will you set me free from that promise?”