"Oh, Hector, I'll promise! But my father—my father——"
"I know. But I'll speak to him. I'll bring him round. For you, Frances"—his voice rang—"I'd fight the whole wide world! You must trust me."
"I'll tell Mother," she whispered, in return. "She'll be on our side. She'll help—prepare him, Hector. And, because you've got to go so soon," she faltered, but went on bravely, "I'll arrange things for tomorrow night. And I'll—I'll be praying for your success, Hector. You—you don't think me miserably weak?"
"No," said Hector swiftly, "of course not. Then that's settled. But, Oh——" for the first time his voice quavered with a note of agony, quickly suppressed, "if I fail—if I fail—wait for me. Wait for me! Will you?"
"Yes," she said again.
"Frances——!"
The moon went out behind a bank of cloud and the wind freshened, wailing.
At last they parted ... till 'Tomorrow.'
VII
"And so——?" said Major Edginton.