"What I want to say is this, Anna, that I do not think I can let the present state of things go on."
"No!"
"It is so unsatisfactory. My wife, and not my wife. I living at the Red Court, you secluded at Captain Copp's. Meeting once in a way in a formal manner, shaking hands and parting again, nothing more. Why, I have only twice I think had you for a moment to myself since we parted, now and that evening at the Red Court. And what was that?--what is this? I can't stand it, Anna."
"But what would you do?"
"I don't know," answered Isaac, looking straight forward at the gravestones, as if they could tell him what. "I would brave my father's anger in a minute if it were not for--for--if I were sure nothing would come of it. But it might."
"In what way?"
"I may tell you some time; not now. If Captain Copp would but be reasonable, so that I might entrust him with the secret, and--"
"He would go straight off with it to Mr. Thornycroft, Isaac."
"Precisely," said Isaac, answering her interruption; "and the time has hardly arrived for that. Besides, the information must come from myself. Do you think--"
"Hush, Isaac!"