"Then make sure of me"
"Without telling them?"
"Not till after."
Jon was silent. How much older he looked than on that day, barely two months ago, when she first saw him—quite two years older!
"It would hurt Mother awfully," he said.
Fleur drew her hand away.
"You've got to choose."
Jon slid off the table onto his knees.
"But why not tell them? They can't really stop us, Fleur!"
"They can! I tell you, they can."