“I daresay not, but I know that much.”
“This being the case, why upset him at the eleventh hour?”
She made no reply, and before Reckage could speak again, the servant announced the arrival of his horse.
“I intend to ride like the devil, Sara,” he said; “and I wish you could come with me. What rides we used to have—long ago! You were a larky little thing in those days, darling!”
He bent down and kissed her lips.
“You shall marry me—or no one,” said he; “but you are cold: you are not very nice to me. I suppose it's your way. You wouldn't be yourself if you were like other women. You are not a woman, you're a witch. Must I go now?”
Sara had opened the door.
“Yes, you know how Pluto hates to wait.”
“That animal will be the death of me yet. Will you stand on the balcony and watch me till I am out of sight? Have pretty manners—for once.”
“Very well.”