“Yes? What did you say?” asked Ellen, trying to speak naturally and off-handedly, and failing completely. She could not meet Rosemary’s eyes. She looked down at St. George’s sleek back and felt horribly afraid. Rosemary had either said she would or she wouldn’t. If she would Ellen would feel so ashamed and remorseful that she would be a very uncomfortable bride-elect; and if she wouldn’t—well, Ellen had once learned to live without Norman Douglas, but she had forgotten the lesson and felt that she could never learn it again.
“I said that as far as I was concerned you were at full liberty to marry each other as soon as you liked,” said Rosemary.