"So, Madam," said Law to Mary Connynge, as they at last found themselves alone in the lodge, arranging their few belongings for transport, "we are at last to regain the settlements, and for a time, at least, must forego our home in the farther West. In time—"
"Oh, in time! What mean you?"
"Why, we may return."
"Never! I have had my fill of savaging. That we are left alive is mighty merciful. To go thither again—never!"
"And if I go?"
"As you like."
"Meaning, Madam—?"
"What you like."
Law seated himself on the corded pack, bringing the tips of his fingers together.
"Then my late sweetheart has somewhat changed her fancy?"