It was clear to him that she was disappointed by his request and he waited anxiously for her to speak.
“John, I feel that I am becoming surrounded by mystery,” she cried impetuously. “If we are driven apart—which God forbid!—it will be because you refuse to give me your confidence. I am going to ask you a favor, and I want you to think carefully before you give me an answer. The other day I wished you to take me away at once and you refused. It is not an easy matter for me to repeat the request; but I do so, and very earnestly, for I believe that if we were alone for a while, all this foolish suspicion would vanish, and——”
“And——?” he repeated dully when she hesitated.
“It is difficult for me to speak of the new feeling which has crept into my heart, but I believe that I could love you, if you would allow me to do so.”
“Mildred,” he cried hoarsely, and rising, held out his arms towards her.
“No, John. Before that, everything must be clear and straightforward. I must confess that I cannot understand why you are waging this war on the Congo officials, for it is not your nature to turn upon those who were once your friends, and who helped you to your present position. I want to know why you are doing so. Have you suddenly become religious, and is it from a sense of duty?”
Gaunt shook his head, and his depression increased.
“There must be some very forceful reason, for you are running a great risk. The Baron will certainly do all the mischief that he can. Perhaps he will publish your record, and that will not be very pleasant for either of us. And there’s baby to be considered.”
Her voice sank and contained a note of awe when she spoke the last sentence.
“I am willing to sink my curiosity—which is something for a woman to sacrifice. I am willing to do anything you like, so long as you will promise to come away with me,” she said with quiet earnestness.