“I want to take care of you always. My dear, darling, how good you are to let me love you! One day I will be your husband! I dare hardly say the words. Promise me!” And again his lips sought hers. “Your husband and your lover....”
An extraordinary chill came upon her. She could not herself say what had happened, the effect, but never the cause.
She disengaged herself from him. When he saw she wanted to go he made no effort to hold her.
“It is very late, isn’t it?” He made no answer, and she repeated the question. “It’s very late, isn’t it?”
“I don’t know.”
“I wish you would look.”
He took out his watch.
“Barely ten. You are tired?”
“Yes, a little.”
“Margaret, you say you are lonely in this house, nervous. Would you feel better if I patrolled the garden, if you felt I was at hand?”