"Risk! My dearest, don't you understand? Your life is aimed at, and you must fly before it is quite impossible."
"It is already impossible," he answered.
He drew off one of her white gloves and kissed her finger-tips. "My dear one," he said, "if there were nothing else to think of, do you suppose I could go away and leave you behind me? That is just what somebody expected me to do when he permitted you to witness his preparations. But he was mistaken. I cannot and I will not leave you."
Her pale face was suddenly overspread by a burning blush, and she threw both arms about his neck.
"Very well," she said, "I will go with you."
"Darling!" he cried, and he clasped her to his breast again. "But no! That is impossible also. Our marriage cannot take place for ten days."
"No matter! I'll go without it."
"My dear child, you don't know what you are saying. You are too good, too pure...."
"Hush! Our marriage is nothing to anybody but ourselves, and if we choose to go without it...."
"My dear girl!"