"Better face him at once and get it over.

I will go back by myself and meet them." Then, with a smile at Conolly, she went out through the door leading to the water-color gallery.
"Marian does not stand on much ceremony with you, Mr.Conolly," said Miss McQuinch, glancing at him.
"No," said Conolly.

"Do you think you could face the Academy again on Monday at half-past four ?" "Why ?" "Miss Lind is coming to meet me here at that hour." "Marian!" "Precisely.

Marian.

She has promised to marry me.