"It would be—diplomatic!" Dick was not a lover of diplomatic methods.
"If you give an address, they may write and stop you."
"Perhaps I wouldn't be quite so easily stopped. But I shall be travelling, as you say. And really, on second thoughts, I don't know what address to give for the next three or four nights. I've not settled which route to take, or where to sleep." Then he spoke earnestly,—"Remember, my darling, nothing can finally separate us against our will. Even if there are difficulties—oppositions—still we belong one to another. You to me!—I to you! Nothing can change that. Obstacles may be overcome. In the end our love will conquer."
She smiled, but only said—
"You will tell father all about yourself, when you write."
"In general terms. It is better to leave full details till we meet."
"But I must be free to tell mother about—" she flushed up—"about Mrs. Morris."
"You are free to say whatever you think right. Only, that must be in confidence. It must not get about Lynnbrooke, without permission from Mr. Stirling."
"I can't see why Mr. Stirling should mind—or what he has to do with it."
"He has had a good deal to do with me,—and he objects to my connections being known."