“Her first duty is to obey him.”
“Certainly.”
“Well, when I am your husband, I shall bid you stay with your mother and sister while I go to Egypt.”
“I shall obey you.”
He told her bluntly he thought none the worse of her for making the offer; but should not accept it.
Camille Dujardin slept that night at a roadside inn about twelve miles from Beaurepaire, and not more than six from the town where the wedding was to take place next day.
It was a close race.
And the racers all unconscious of each other, yet spurred impartially by events that were now hurrying to a climax.