"How?"
"We're utterly dependent—by putting money pressure, and all sorts of other pressure. I'm not patient, Jon."
"But it's deceiving them."
Fleur got up.
"You can't really love me, or you wouldn't hesitate. 'He either fears his fate too much—!'"
Lifting his hands to her waist, Jon forced her to sit down again. She hurried on:
"I've planned it all out. We've only to go to Scotland. When we're married they'll soon come round. People always come round to facts. Don't you SEE, Jon?"
"But to hurt them so awfully!"
So he would rather hurt her than those people of his!
"All right, then; let me go!"