"What if we are?" he replied; "it will not matter if one or two find out to-night what the world must know to-morrow."
"Hush!" she cried, in an agony of alarm. "How cruel, how merciless you are! Great Heaven, what shall I do?"
"You can do nothing now, my lady; your time is come; you should have kept faith with me."
"Will you come to my rooms?" she cried, in an agony of terror.
It seemed to her that his voice sounded so loudly and so clearly in the summer air, all the world must hear it.
"To your rooms? Yes, I will go there."
"Follow me," she said.
She led the way up the spiral staircase into the boudoir, wishing at every step he took he might fall dead.
She had forgotten the bridal veil and dress lying there.
The lamps were lighted in the boudoir. She carefully closed the door lest any sound should reach their ears; then she came back to him.