For a long time she made no answer; then she asked slowly, “Would they have us here if we were married?”
“Have us here?”
“I mean Lady Susan—and the others.”
“Have us here? Of course they would.”
“Not if they knew—at least, not unless they could pretend not to know.”
He made an impatient gesture.
“We shouldn’t come back here, of course; and other people needn’t know—no one need know.”
She sighed. “Then it’s only another form of deception and a meaner one. Don’t you see that?”
“I see that we’re not accountable to any Lady Susans on earth!”
“Then why are you ashamed of what we are doing here?”