“We must not stop to talk about that now––there isn’t time. We must hurry, dear, and get away before auntie finds out and comes after me.”
“Do you think she’ll come here?” he asked slowly, while his forehead wrinkled.
“I am afraid Sadie will tell her!”
“Sadie––your cousin? H’m.”
He made no effort to conceal that he was thinking rapidly.
“Perhaps you’d rather postpone it after all, Travers?” she said quickly, while the color rushed to her cheeks and her lips trembled. “If you only thought it best I’d like to tell auntie what I’m going to do.”
“No”; he retorted. “We can’t do that––we’ve gone over all this before. It must be this way, or not at all. Which is it to be?”
“I’ve given you my word, you know,” she said under her breath.
“That’s my brave little girl!” he cried with a burst of feeling, reaching out his arm to embrace her.
Crash! Bang! Biff! Slam! Bam!