There was a little bit of laugh at that, saying various things.
'I shall not be cajoled,' she said. 'But I will not make promises.'
'How then will you make me secure that what I do not wish shall not be done?'
'It is not a matter about which I am anxious, sir,' said Miss
Wych coolly.
'I am not anxious,' he said very quietly, 'because one way or another I will be secure. Do you think I can hold you in my heart as I do, and suffer other men to approach you as I saw it last night? Never again, Hazel!'
Dead silence on the lady's part; this 'mixed-up' style of remark being, as she found, extremely hard to answer.
'What shall I do?' he said gently.
'About what, sir?'
'Making myself secure?'
'I do not know,' said Wych Hazel. 'No suggestion occurs to me that would be worth your consideration.'