People were leaving—or beginning to leave—and she ought to be there to bid them goodbye, to accept their further commiserations and condolences, and long for the moment when they should be really gone. But with Roger holding her hands fast and looking down at her from his infinitely superior height with a kind of tender quizzicalness and pity in his eyes Jane could think of nothing but what he might say next.What—knowing as she did that he was tremendously fond of her—that it was almost inevitable that he should say.She half closed her eyes, and she heard him uttering those magical words ... although in actual fact he was still silent.“Marry me, Jane ... that’s what you’ve got to do! Your father would approve of that!” But when he spoke he said nothing whatsoever about marriage. “I’ve got a nice little job lined up for you, Janie my sweet ... as companion to my aunt. You’ve never met her, but you’ll like her, and knowing all the circumstances she’ll treat you more like a daughter than an employee.
