He looked helplessly about him.
"I'll wait here—and trust you—all the rest of my life," he said, "if you say so. And then I'll still be in your debt."
"All I ask is my three months," she told him gravely. "And then—"
He looked his utter perplexity.
"You don't mean that you're Lady Josceline Justice only for the time being?" he asked, his forehead wrinkled.
"Oh, no," she answered assuredly. "I'll be Lady Josceline Justice all my life. And—you'll keep your promise?"
"I'll keep my promise," he affirmed. "I'll wait here and trust you for three months—and for the rest of my life, if you say so."
She smiled at him, very contentedly. "I'm going to be very happy here now," she said, and looked round. She had heard Slyne's voice, calling her. She could see him beyond the drawbridge gazing blindly out into the darkness.
"Good night," she said to Carthew. But she did not go in until he had swung himself into the saddle and ridden away, always looking back.