"I leave to-morrow morning very early."
"You will be in London, perhaps."
"I think so for the present."
"May I come and see you?"
The expression of Dick's eyes was unmistakable. In the dusk he seemed all eyes and hands.
"Dear Mr. Dick, it's no use."
"I like plain speaking," said Dick. "I can't think why it's considered such a luxury. You are quite right to say that, and I should be quite wrong if I did not say that I mean to keep on till you are actually married."
He released her hand with difficulty. It was too dark to see his face. She hesitated a moment, and then fled into the house.
It is a well-known fact that after the funeral the strictest etiquette permits, nay, encourages, certain slight relaxations on the part of the bereaved.