"How I love you—Hetty—how I adore you!" Booth whispered passionately.
"Oh, Brandon!"
"And I don't mean to give you up," he added, his lean jaw setting hard.
"You must—oh, you must," she cried miserably. "I mean it, Brandon—"
The Englishman came back and took his seat. He glared at Booth through his eye-glass, and that young gentleman sat up in sudden embarrassment.
"What are your plans?" asked he, turning his back on their fellow-passenger.
"Please don't ask me," she pleaded. "You must give it up, Brandon. Let me go my own way."
"Not until I have the whole story from you. You see, I am not easily thwarted, once I set my heart on a thing. I gathered this much from Sara: the obstacle is NOT insurmountable."
"She—said—that?"
"In effect, yes," he qualified.