“You know I do.”
“As much as ever you did?”
“As much as ever.”
“Can I see you to-morrow—alone?”
“You know I am going to the Manor.”
“I know,” said Edith, with a slight tone of bitterness. “You will return in the evening, I suppose? I shall wait for you on the road till nine o’clock.”
“I may be detained, you know, Edith.”
“Then I shall be practising in the church on Tuesday afternoon as usual.”
“Very well,” he assented.
“Am I still to trust you, Charles?” she asked, raising her soft blue eyes earnestly to his face.