“If clear writing can make him.”
“You have told him as much?”
“To his apprehension, certainly.”
“Further, Margaret, I must speak:—did he act with your concurrence, or knowledge of it at all, in acting as he has done?”
“Heavens! Percy, you question me like a husband.”
“It is what I mean to be, if I may.”
The frame of the fair lady quivered as from a blow, and then her eyes rose tenderly.
“I thought you knew me. This is not possible.”
“You will not be mine? Why is it not possible?”
“I think I could say, because I respect you too much.”