"But I love some one else."
"He doesn't love you. I do."
"But I love him."
"And I love you."
He reached back his arm and pulled her around in front of him. His eyes were shut, his face was wet. He held her hard against his bosom. Their lips met.
The staghound's growl ended the long, dumb seconds. It was provoked by Kneedrock, who was beside them.
Carleigh didn't care in the least. In spite of her struggling he held her fast, and his voice rang almost fiercely as he said:
"Don't tell this yet. You see we are going to be married."
"Yes?" observed the viscount, without a trace of wonder or any other emotion. "I wish you joy."