"Nothing," she said. "Good-bye."
She fled back to the steps. But he caught her and seized the white hand which was about to turn the brass knob.
"You shall tell me," he insisted, mastering her with his velvet eyes. "I can promise ... what?"
"You can promise," she said, looking on the ground, "that I may see you again."
BOOK V
ISABEL
I
A chariot was at the guest-house door when Antonio called to enquire about Sir Percy's progress. At the horses' heads stood Jackson waiting. Rugs, portmanteaux, and a brass-clamped trunk had already been strapped in their places.
"H'llo!" sang out young Crowberry's light voice from the top of the steps. "You're the very man we were coming to see. We were coming to say good-bye."
"You and your father?"