She stood up straight and made a slight gesture as if brushing something away, and thenceforward answered him in as matter-of-fact a way as he questioned her.
"In the afternoon, after lunch," she said.
"Very well. There is a train from Bathgate at four o'clock. Can you walk as far as that?"
"Oh yes."
"You can't go from here, and you can't drive. So you must walk. Is there any chance of your being recognised at Bathgate?"
"I am very likely to be recognised."
He thought for a moment. "Well, it can't be helped," he said. "If there is any one in the train you know you must say you are going up to see Mrs. Walter Clinton. Graham has told me all about her and your brother."
"I shan't be able to take any luggage with me," she said.
"No. That is a little awkward. We must trust to chance. Luck sides with boldness. You can buy what you want in London. I have plenty of money, and nothing will please me better than to spend it on you, little girl." His tone and his eyes became tender for a moment. "I shall be on the platform in London to meet you," he said. "I shall be surprised to see you there until you tell me there is nobody to fear. I hate all this scheming, but it can't be helped. We must get a start, and in two days we shall be married. Don't leave any word. You can write from London to say you are going to marry me. I'll do the rest when we are man and wife."
Cicely's eyes dropped as she asked, "Where shall I be till—till——"