"You should have made sure of the home first."
"Before making sure of Daisy? Not a bit of it, Edina. We shall get along."
"That's just like you, Frank," she exclaimed petulantly, in her vexation. "You would as soon marry ten wives as one, the law allowing it, so far as never giving a thought to what you were to do with them."
"But the law would not allow it," laughed Frank.
"It is your great fault—never to think of consequences."
"Time enough, Edina, when the consequences come."
She did not make any rejoinder. To what use? Frank Raynor would be Frank Raynor to the end of time. It was his nature.
"It is odd, though, is it not, that you, of all Trennach, should just happen to have caught us?" he exclaimed, alluding to the ceremony of the morning. "But you'll not betray us, Edina? I must be off down, or Uncle Hugh will be calling to know what I'm doing."
Edina rose, with a sigh. "No, I will not betray you, Frank: you know there is no danger of that: and if I can help you and Daisy in any way, I will do it. I was obliged to tell you what I had seen. I could not keep from you the fact that it had come to my knowledge."
As Frank leaped downstairs, light-hearted as a boy, Dr. Raynor was crossing from the sitting-room to the surgery. He halted to speak.