‘It may be so; and I have no right to criticise them. I dare say they think me very dull. However, it appears you will have Lord Bohun here in a short time, and then I shall be forgotten.’
‘That is not a very kind speech. You would not be forgotten, even if absent; and you have, I hope, no thought of quitting us.’
‘I have remained here too long. Besides, I have no wish to play a second part to Lord Bohun.’
‘Who thinks of Lord Bohun? and why should you play a second part to anyone? You are a little perverse, Mr. Ferrers.’
‘I have been in this island ten weeks,’ said Mr. Ferrers, thoughtfully.
‘When we begin to count time, we are generally weary,’ said Miss Ponsonby.
‘You are in error. I would willingly compound that the rest of my existence should be as happy as the last ten weeks. They have been very happy,’ said Mr. Ferrers, musingly; ‘very happy, indeed. The only happy time I ever knew. They have been so serene, and so sweet.’
‘And why not remain, then?’ said Miss Ponsonby, in a low voice.
‘There are many reasons,’ said Mr. Ferrers; and he offered his arm to Miss Ponsonby, and they walked together, far away from the casino. ‘These ten weeks have been so serene, and so sweet,’ he continued, but in a calm voice, ‘because you have been my companion. My life has taken its colour from your character. Now, listen to me, dearest Miss Ponsonby, and be not alarmed. I love you!’
Her arm trembled in his.