"Ah!"
She smiled; but in the smile there was more of sadness than mirth.
"Why waste time?" he demanded passionately. "God knows we have little enough time. Jenny, I warn you, I beg you not to waste time. You're making a mistake. Like all girls, you're keeping one foot in a sort of washy respectability."
"Don't go on," Jenny said. "I've told you I will one day."
"Why not come abroad with me if you're afraid of what your people will say?"
"I couldn't. Not while my mother was alive."
"Well, don't do that; but still it's easy enough not—to waste time. Your mother need never find out. I'm not a fool."
"Ah, but I should feel a sneak."
Maurice sighed at such scruples.
"Besides," she added, "I don't want to—not yet. Can't we be happy like we have been? I will one day."