"I could not change. Whatever happens, I shall always love you, even if all the world were against you."
He was not satisfied. For many minutes he held her to his heart, covering her face with passionate, lingering kisses.
"And all this while we are forgetting that your wrist is hurt!" she exclaimed.
"Damn my wrist! Look at me. Your eyes cannot lie!"
Honor lifted her eyes, clear and sweet to his, full of the love and loyalty she felt, and saw an unutterable sadness in the depths of his soul. He should have been rejoicing, yet he was like a man burdened with a great remorse.
"Say, 'Brian, I am yours till death.'"
Honor repeated the words gravely.
He continued: "'I swear that, when you are ready to take me away, I will go with you, and none shall hold me back.' Say that."
Honor said it faithfully. "I don't care if we have the quietest of weddings," she added, "so long as it is in a church."
After a pregnant pause, he said tentatively, "Mr. Meek, I dare say, could tie the knot."