Janet sat up , pallid , tear-stained , and looked at her . `` Janet , '' said Avery , `` I am going to marry Bruce Gordon next Wednesday night instead of Randall Burnley . '' Janet sprang forward and caught Avery 's hand . `` You must not , '' she cried wildly . `` It 's all my fault -- oh , if I could only die -- I got the love ointment from Granny Thomas to rub on your eyes to make you love the first man you would see . I meant it to be Randall -- I thought it was Randall -- oh , Avery ! '' Avery had been listening , between amazement and anger . Now anger mastered amazement . `` Janet Sparhallow , '' she cried , `` are you crazy ? Or do you mean that you went to Granny Thomas -- you , a Sparhallow ! -- and asked her for a love philtre to make me love Randall Burnley ? '' `` I did n't tell her it was for you -- she thought I wanted it for myself , '' moaned Janet . `` Oh , we must undo it -- I 'll go to her again -- no doubt she knows of some way to undo the spell -- '' Avery , whose rages never lasted long , threw back her dark head and laughed ringingly . `` Janet Sparhallow , you talk as if you lived in the dark ages ! The idea of supposing that horrid old woman could give you love philtres ! Why , girl , I 've always loved Bruce -- always . But I thought he 'd forgotten me . And tonight when he came I found he had n't . There 's the whole thing in a nutshell . I 'm going to marry him and go home with him to Scotland . ''
`` And what about XXXXX ? ''
Avery Bruce Burnley Janet Randall Scotland Thomas first night philtre