'We leave Renee at Trieste, under the care of madame,' said Beauchamp, 'and we return to Venice, and I go to your father. This method protects Renee from annoyance.'
'It strikes me that if she arrives at any determination she must take the consequences.'
'She does. She is brave enough for that. But she is a girl; she has to fight the battle of her life in a day, and I am her lover, and she leaves it to me.'
'Is my sister such a coward?' said Roland.
Renee could only call out his name.
'It will never do, my dear Nevil; Roland tried to deal with his unreasonable friend affectionately. 'I am responsible for her. It's your own fault—if you had not saved my life I should not have been in your way. Here I am, and your proposal can't be heard of. Do as you will, both of you, when you step ashore in Venice.'
'If she goes back she is lost,' said Beauchamp, and he attacked Roland on the side of his love for Renee, and for him.
Roland was inflexible. Seeing which, Renee said, 'To Venice, quickly, my brother!' and now she almost sighed with relief to think that she was escaping from this hurricane of a youth, who swept her off her feet and wrapt her whole being in a delirium.
'We were in sight of the city just now!' cried Roland, staring and frowning. 'What's this?'
Beauchamp answered him calmly, 'The boat's under my orders.'