“You would not urge me to marry against his will?”
“Oh, no,” said Edgar, coldly.
“We can wait awhile and he may relent.”
“And pray how long will you wait for me?”
“All my lifetime, if need be!” and Imogene looked him full in the face with her beautiful eyes.
“And will you never forget, whatever may happen?”
“Never.”
“My beautiful one, I believe you. Forgive me for asking you to do wrong.”
“You said in your note, Edgar, that you were going away to-night.”
The same troubled look that had haunted him all day now again was plainly visible on Edgar Sherwood’s face.