"Margery, I want my answer, dear. I love you--love you; it isn't possible to tell you how much. There isn't enough time in all existence to tell you. You are mine, Margery--mine. You can't get away from that." She turned, very slowly, and looked at me with her level eyes. "Yours!" she replied softly, and I took her in my arms. Edith was still at the telephone. "I don't know," she was saying. "Just wait until I see." As she came toward the door, Margery squirmed, but I held her tight. In the doorway Edith stopped and stared; then she went swiftly back to the telephone. "Yes, dear," she said sweetly. "They are, this minute."