"Then let me come too. We could be married first. I don't want a fashionable wedding. Let's do that."
He hesitated.
"Couldn't be done, dear. It wouldn't be——"
"Safe?"
"Practicable."
"You don't trust me."
"Of course I trust you," he said putting his arms round her. "I've trusted you from the moment we first met and I'm going on trusting you all the rest of my life. Isn't that good enough?"
"Not nearly," she answered and rose to her feet.
"Isabel," he said very seriously. "When I tell you that there are huge interests at stake—that all this is for something that—that defeats imagination, surely you will take my word."
She pressed a finger to her chin.