"My dear!" he said triumphantly. "I can conquer all my difficulties now and make your friends approve. You have given me a power I never had; I feel I can't be stopped."
His eyes were very bright and he lifted his head. He looked unconquerable and his confidence was flattering. Flora's doubts had gone. He was her acknowledged lover and she was very staunch.
"I must see your father when he gets back to town," Wyndham said presently. "The committee will keep him until too late to-night."
"Yes," said Flora with faint misgivings, "you must see him soon."
Wyndham's eyes twinkled. "It's possible he will get a jolt. I'll own I was half afraid; but I fear nothing now."
"He loves me," Flora answered with a quiet look, and Wyndham said nothing, but pressed her arm.
They left the castle grounds for the quiet beach, and in the meantime Mabel Hilliard and Marston leaned against the rails on the pier. For a time the girl watched the water foam among the pillars and then looked up.
"Why didn't you speak to Wyndham?" she asked.
Marston smiled. "I think the reason was plain; Harry didn't want us. Why didn't you speak to Flora?"
Mabel made a sign of impatience. "I wanted to, but this would have been different. Flora wouldn't have suspected you were meddling."