She looked up at him.
"Very well," she said, in a low voice.
He bent over her, and put his arm round her, and there was something almost desperate in his face as he looked up at her.
"Lenore," he said, in a low voice, "I wish, to Heaven I wish I were worthy of you!"
"Hush!" she whispered, "you are too good to me. I am quite content, Leycester—quite content."
Then, as her head rested on his shoulder, she whispered, "There is only one thing, Leycester, I should like——"
She paused.
"What is it, Lenore?"
"It is about the place," she said. "You will not mind where it takes place, will you? I do not want to be married at Wyndward."
This was so exactly in accordance with his own wishes that he started.