"Near the Baptist church?"
"How the deuce do you know? I motored up here last week to spy out the land. That seemed to me the most practicable spot, where we should be least observed—"
We were still walking on when I said, without quite knowing why I did so:
"Why shouldn't you go away at once and leave it all to me?"
"Leave it all to you? And what would you do?"
"I don't know. I should have to think. I could do—something."
"But suppose she's counting on me to come?"
"Then you would have to fail her."
"I couldn't."
"Not even if it was for her good?"