"You can depend upon my keeping out of danger, for your sake, dear," said the young man, caressing her. "Moreover, Mother Cockleshell will look after me should Chaldea try any of her Romany tricks. Stay in town, darling."
"Oh, dear me, that flat is so dingy, and lonely, and disagreeable."
"You shan't remain at the flat. There's a very pleasant hotel near Hyde Park where we can put up."
"It's so expensive."
"Never mind the expense, just now. When everything is square we can consider economy. But I shall not be easy in my mind until poor Pine's murderer is in custody."
"I only hope Garvington won't be found to be an accomplice," said Agnes, with a shiver. "Bad as he is, I can't help remembering that he is my brother."
"And the head of the Lamberts," added her husband gravely. "You may be sure that I shall try and save the name from disgrace."
"It's a dismal ending to our honeymoon."
"Let us look upon it as the last hedge of trouble which has to be jumped."
Agnes laughed at this quaint way of putting things, and cheered up. For the next few days they did their best to enjoy to the full the golden hours of love, and peace which remained, and then departed, to the unfeigned regret of Mrs. "Anak." But present pleasure meant future trouble, so the happy pair—and they were happy in spite of the lowering clouds—were forced to leave their temporary paradise in order to baffle their enemies. Miss Greeby, Chaldea, Silver, and perhaps Garvington, were all arrayed against them, so a conflict could not possibly be avoided.