"I' faith we can go there—" he began, but her expression gave him pause.
"Why do you think I have come, Selina?" he asked, in an altered voice.
She rose, two flowers in her hand; her eyes had a startled look.
"To bid me good-bye," she answered calmly.
My lord was too bewildered and startled to answer. He stared curiously at her sweet gravity.
"What other reason could have brought you?" she continued, with a faint colour in her face.
"Can you conceive no other?" he replied. "I came to claim you, Selina—at last." He smiled in an agitated manner.
The blush deepened in her cheeks.
"You did not think, my lord, that I could ever be your wife?"
"I had that presumption." He was goaded by this unexpected attitude of hers to speak bitterly, to commit himself beyond the truth. "There is no obstacle now, Selina."