"You are to promise to comply with my condition. Do you?"
"I suppose I must," he answered, with a gesture of submission.
"But do you? You must say"—she made her voice sepulchral—"'I solemnly do.'"
She gave him her eyes again, held him with them.
He was rigid for a minute, gazing fixedly at her.
"I solemnly do," he said at last, relaxing. "What's the condition?"
"The condition is an easy one—only a little journey to make."
"A journey to make? Away from Craford?"
He stood off, suspicious, prepared to be defiant.
"Yes," said she, playing with the lace of one of her cushions.