"Would it have been safe to write?"
"Quite. Now."
"How, now?"
"Don't you know? Haven't you seen Cary Scott?"
"Not since I left Baltimore. I came the first moment that I could after making arrangements. Our arrangements."
They had stood apart. But now he reached forward, took her hands, crushed them to his cheek. At his touch she flamed and trembled.
"When can you come with me, Dee?"
"With you? Where?"
"To England. The divorce can be arranged, and our marriage follow. You can trust me."