“How?”
“I said leave it to me. I’ll tell you how when it’s done.”
“But you’ve never spoken to her.”
“All the better.”
“I should ask her first.”
“And spoil your chance. Ask her when we’re half-way across the bay.”
“It may have to come to that.”
“Better come first,” he said with his dry smile. “If you want to win.”
That was my own thought secretly; but I was half afraid Miralda herself might resent such a strong step.
We lapsed into silence and I sat thinking over the whole situation, and the longer I thought the stronger grew my conviction that to get Miralda away was at once the safest and simplest solution of all the difficulties. If she would go, of course. Would she? I could only answer that out of the hopes which her look that afternoon had roused. If she were free, I was certain of her. And free she certainly would be if I dared to carry her off in the Stella.