"How far are we from London?" she asked.
"Less than twenty miles. Unless we are stopped, we shall certainly be there in half-an-hour."
"Why did you disturb me?" she asked.
"To know your wishes."
"You had better leave me at one of the small hotels in the west end," she said. "I daresay you can think of one at which you are known. In the morning, please come and see me and bring some money. I shall want to engage a companion and a maid, and to buy some clothes."
Deane looked at her curiously. Her manner was perfectly natural. "Anything else?" he asked calmly.
"I don't think so," she answered.
"You mentioned the fact, I believe," he continued, "that you were—that you had done me the honor—that you were, in fact, my fiancée."
"Well?" she murmured.
"Under those circumstances," he continued, "don't you think—"