"But your aunt," he said, feeling as foolish as any young man need wish. "If you don't go back to her now you'll want to to-morrow—and I can't. . . . I told you why I want to part now, if we are to part. Now, before it gets any worse."
"We shall be at Hyde Park Square in a minute," she said, desperately.
"Yes," he said, "it's nearly over. What number is it? I must tell the man."
"Tell him to turn around and go somewhere else—into the country; we said we would, you know. I'm not going back to Hyde Park Square. Tell him. . . ."
"Princess," he said, "I can't bear it. Let him go on."
"But I'm not asking you to bear anything. Don't you understand?"
"Not. . . ?"
"Yes, I will; if you'll ask me."
"You'll marry me?"
"Yes," she said, "rather than have everything end in absolute silliness, like this."