“And let him find you? And hear my oars? Listen—there’s something I must say.”
She flung her arms about him and pressed her face to his.
“Isabel, just now I didn’t tell you everything. He’s ruined his mother—taken everything of hers too. And he’s got to tell her; it can’t be kept from her.”
She uttered an incredulous exclamation and drew back.
“Is this the truth? Why didn’t you tell me before?”
“He forbade me. You were not to know.”
Close above them, in the shrubbery, Stilling warbled:
“Nita, Juanita,
Ask thy soul if we must part!”
Wrayford held her by both arms. “Understand this—if he comes in, he’ll find us. And if there’s a row you’ll lose your boy.”
She seemed not to hear him. “You—you—you—he’ll kill you!” she exclaimed.