“It is you for capsizing in a calm,” remarked David, with some surprise, and went his way.
“Well, Eve, have you thought?”
“Yes, David, I was a little hasty; that puppy would provoke a saint. After all there is no harm done; they can't hurt us much now. It is not here the game will be played out. Now tell me, when does your ship sail?”
“It wants just five weeks to a day.”
“Does she take up her passengers at —— as usual?”
“Yes, Eve, yes.”
“And Mrs. Bazalgette lives within a mile or two of ——. You have a good excuse for accepting her invitation. Stay your last week in her house. There will be no Talboys to come between you. Do all a man can do to win her in that week.”
“I will.”
“And if she says 'No,' be man enough to tear her out of your heart.”
“I can't tear her out of my heart, but I will win her. I must win her. I can't live without her. A month to wait!”