‘What!’ Then after a pause: ‘I should have thought that was a reason for wanting to stay. She seems not only one of the most beautiful, but the sweetest woman I ever met.’
‘She is all that! And a thousand times more!’
‘Then why—Pardon me!’
‘I cannot tell you all; but you must take it that my need to get away is imperative.’ After pondering a while Mr. Hilton said suddenly:
‘I must ask your pardon again. Are you sure there is no mistake. Lady de Lannoy is not married; has not been. She is Countess in her own right. It is quite a romance. She inherited from some old branch of more than three hundred years ago.’ Again Harold smiled; he quite saw what the other meant.
He answered gravely
‘I understand. But it does not alter my opinion; my purpose. It is needful—absolutely and imperatively needful that I get away without her recognising me, or knowing who I am.’
‘She does not know you now. She has not seen you yet.’
‘That is why I hoped to get away in time; before she should recognise me. If I stay quiet and do all you wish, will you help me?’
‘I will! And what then?’