"Then—you will marry me—when——" She stopped short and turned very white. After a moment the doorbell rang again.
Desboro glanced at the clock, then shrugged.
"Wh—who is it?" she faltered.
"It's probably somebody after you, Elena."
"It can't be. He wouldn't come, would he?"
The bell sounded again.
"What are you going to do?" she breathed.
"Do? Let him in."
"Who do you think it is?"
"Your husband, of course."