"How could I?" she countered simply. "In my time no man such as thee exists. Perhaps the king in London Town, or the Crown Prince...."
"Listen, honey—the only chance we have to stay together is to go out of here together on the same bed." He gave the couch beneath them a slap.
"Durst we?" Her voice was tiny but there was a compensating blaze of sudden hope in her blue eyes.
"We'll dare anything," Justin retorted, "because the worst thing that could happen to either of us right now is to be separated. We durst—now the question is, who goes back into whose time?"
"I should love to visit thine era, Darling Charles."
"I'd love to have you," he replied. "But for ten years now I've been wanting to see yours. We're going back to your life together."
"But Charles!" Her eyes grew round with fright. "Ye can't! Think on it—we might awaken in bed together and—"
"Would that be bad?" he asked.
"Nay—but there is my mother. She well might—"
"And what about my wife?" he countered quietly.