I saw her as that. I remembered the night at Lady Brentford's when the league was formed.
And then, thank Heaven, for in another second everything might have been quite spoiled, I remembered that she was just my Juanita, who had sent for me, and I took her in my arms and, and....
We sat hand in hand upon the odd little Chinese couch.
"Now look here, darling," I said, "you've told me all about your Governor. How he says that you must live up here in this extraordinary place and never go into the world again. You think him mad, and yet, d'you know, I don't."
"But, my heart—?"
"I've got to tell you, dearest, that he has more reason than you think."
She shrugged her shoulders—it was about the most graceful thing I had ever seen in my life.
"But to tell me that I am to be a nun because, if I were to go back into the world, my life wouldn't be worth a moment's purchase. Caro! It is madness! It cannot be anything else."
I didn't quite know how to tell her, and I was considering, when she went on: