"I wonder if it's wise to let you stay a week?" she murmured half to herself.
"Seven days surely can't make any difference," he pleaded.
"Exactly; so why have them?" she returned.
"No difference so far as my prospects are concerned," he said.
"Oh, no!" she replied quickly, as if she were afraid that he might go on to elaborate his reasons for wanting his week's grace. "But are you quite sure of yourself? Are you sure that at the end of the week you won't want to put it off again?"
"I give you my word of honour," he said solemnly, and went on, "I've made up my mind. I'll write to Somers as soon as I get in and tell him to expect me next Tuesday."
They reached the gates of Hartling as he was speaking, and automatically they both paused as if this agreement were one that must necessarily be made outside that enclosure.
"Very well," she said, and gave him her hand.
He took it and held it as he replied. "And that other favour? You haven't granted it yet. Will you give me at least one more chance to talk to you alone before I go?"