"You know, Christian, I must obey my father and mother."
"Even as I my other duty. Well, we are both soldiers. But what would you do, Daisy?"
"Do? -" I repeated.
"Yes," he said very gravely, and with a certain determination to have the answer.
"I should do nothing, Christian. I should be just the same." But I believe my cheeks must have answered for me, for I felt them grow pale.
"What if they chose a Southern husband for you, and laid their commands in his favour?"
"I am yours -" I said, looking up at him. I could not say any more, but I believe Mr. Thorold understood it all, just what I meant him to understand; how that bond could never be unloosed, what though the seal of it might be withheld. He was satisfied.
"You are not brave, Daisy," he said, holding me again very close; "here are these cheeks fairly grown white under my supposings. Does that bring the colour back?" he added laughing.
"Christian," I said, seizing my time while my face was half hidden, "what would you do, supposing I should prove to be a very poor girl?"
"What is that?" said he, laughing more gayly, and raising my face a little.