'Pardon me—his marrying again.'
'With whom?'
'I heard no name.'
'Marrying again!' she exclaimed, with anger, as certain undefined suspicions occurred to her or came to memory. 'If Sir Carnaby does aught so absurd, I shall consider myself absolved from my promise to await his permission, and—and——'
'What, dearest Clare?'
'Become that which I should have been three long years ago,' she replied, with tenderness and vehemence.
'My wife, darling?'
'Your wife, Trevor.'
'Oh, Clare, God bless you for these words!'
And as his arms went round her, all the man's brave heart went out to her, and tears started to his eyes as he kissed her with a passionate warmth in which he had never indulged in the past days of their early and unclouded love.