"No, I don't!" she contradicted. "I always s-said I d-didn't. I love my husband!"
"You are distraught!" he exclaimed. "If you love him, why do you consent to elope with me?"
She looked at him reproachfully.
"There is no one else," she said mournfully.
"Good Lord! What—"
"I have to elope with someone—because—Dick—d-doesn't love me any more—you see. I will come with you, and I will try to be good."
He kissed her hand quickly
"Sweetheart! ... I still think you are not yourself. You will think differently to-morrow—you do not really love Carstares."
She shut her mouth obstinately, tilting her regal little head.
He watched her anxiously.