“Well, he soon will be—my husband.”
“You do not care for him.”
“An excellent reason to marry him, then. I shall have no disenchantment to fear.”
“Oh, this is mockery!” he cried. “You can juggle with words, I know. I am no match for you at that. Don’t!”
“Don’t what?”
“Marry Lord Sydenham.”
She nodded her head thoughtfully.
“On certain conditions,” she answered, “I will not.”
“What are they?” he asked hoarsely.
“You accept the place in the government which was offered to you and reënter political life.”