“She’ll venture, I suppose?”
The young man shrugged his shoulders contemptuously.
“Of course. She’d walk through the Thames to meet me at any time.”
“Then your unparalleled devotion must stand even this test. You must meet her to-night and arrange to marry her with as little delay as possible.”
Rees made a grimace.
“Can’t it be put off until we see how things really turn out?”
“No,” answered Amos, decisively, “we can really only reckon on safety for a few hours. You see we were all seen. Our best chance, yours and mine, is to remain where we are, keep perfectly quiet, and trust to Sep’s keeping his head; in the meantime we must take all the precautions we can, and yours is—Lady Marion.”
Rees got up from his chair with a very sour face.
“All right,” he said briefly. “If it’s got to be done, here goes.”
He ran upstairs to his room without another word, and returned in twenty minutes in evening dress and overcoat, wearing the tired and blasé air which was now no affectation with him. His pale face, curly hair, and great black eyes with dark rings under them, made him look what ladies call “interesting,” a fact of which he did not appear to be ignorant.