Loseis leaned towards him. “What does it matter?” she said dreamily. “We are together!”
“You darling!”
Loseis was too happy to remain sitting still. Springing up, she threw back the little shutter. Outside it was broad day. “The day of my happiness!” she murmured. Sticking her head through the kitchen door, she called out: “Mary-Lou! Quick with my breakfast. I must set off!”
“So soon?” said Conacher. “It’s not four.”
“Gault mustn’t see me start. If he tried to interfere, you would be drawn into it, and everything spoiled.”
“He’ll see you come back.”
“That doesn’t matter. I shall have settled everything with Tatateecha then.”
“Can we depend upon the Slavis?” asked Conacher anxiously.
“If it was to fight, never! But to play a secret trick at night, oh, yes! that’s just in their line.”
“And I?” asked Conacher.