"I thought there was to be no more trouble," she faltered, distressed.
Lestrange looked down at her steadily, his gray eyes darkening to an expression she had never seen.
"Have I no right?" was his question. "Is there no cancelling of a claim, is there no subsequent freedom? Is it all no use, Emily?"
Vaguely awed and frightened, her fingers tightened on his arm in a panic of surrender.
"I will come to you, I will come! You know best what is right—I trust you to tell me. Forgive me, dear, I wanted to—"
He silenced her, all the light flashing back to his face.
"A promise; hush! Oh, I shall win to-night with that singing in my ears. I have more to say to you, but not now. I must see Bailey, somehow, before I go."
"He is at the house; let me send him here to you."
"If you come back with him."
They laughed together.