“Oh, Duke—no!”
I stood abashed in presence of so much lofty abrogation of self.
“What am I to do?” I said, humbly. “I will be guided by you. Shall I study to make our interests one and trust to heaven for the right feeling?”
“First tell her what you have told me. You need have no fear.”
“Very well. I will do so on the first opportunity.”
“That confidence alone will make a bond between you. But, Renny—oh, don’t delay.”
“I won’t, Duke—I won’t. But I wish you would tell me what danger it is you fear.”
“If I did you would think it nothing but a phantom of my brain. I have said I see in the dark. This room is full of fantastic shapes to me. Perhaps they are only the goblin lights born of warp and disease.”
“I will speak to her next Sunday.”
“Not sooner?”