"Your will shall be law. But remember, I shall be thinking of you constantly, and when you are in Edinburgh I will come. Shall we go back to the ball-room?" He rose and offered her his arm.
"Mr Dickinson, I absolutely refuse to leave the question open. What is the use?"
"You will not do even that for me?"
"It would be returning evil for good."
"No matter. The results be on my own head!"
They were back in the noise and glare of the ball-room, and further conversation was impossible.
"Who would have thought of meeting two charming émancipées down here?" said Captain Steele, as the men drove back to the Towers.
"If all émancipées are like Miss Colquhoun," said a young man with red hair and a retreating chin, "I will get a book and go round canvassing for women's rights to-morrow!"