When Antonio came in he found her still busy with the luggage.
"Help me to shut it," said Regina, and while he bent over the lock, which was a little out of order, she added—
"Suppose there's a railway accident, and I get killed?"
"Let's hope not," he replied absently.
"Or suppose I am awfully hurt? Suppose I am taken to some hospital and have to remain there a long time?"
This time he made no reply at all.
"Do say something! What would you do?"
"Why on earth are you always thinking of such things? If you have these fancies why are you going away? There! It's locked. Where are the straps?" he asked, getting up.
She looked at him as he stood before her, so tall, so handsome, so upright, his eyes brilliant in the rosy sunset light.
"To-morrow we shall be far apart!" she cried, flinging herself on his neck and kissing him deliriously; "you will be true to me! Say you will be true to me! Oh, God! if we should never see each other again!"