‘We may be known by somebody on the road.’
‘Then let it be arranged in this way. I will not call here to take you up, but will meet you at the station at Anglebury; and we can go on together by train without notice. Surely there can be no objection to that? It would be mere prudishness to object, since we are to become one so shortly.’ He spoke a little impatiently. It was plain that he particularly wanted her to go to Melchester.
‘I merely meant that there was a chance of discovery in our going out together. And discovery means no marriage.’ She was pale now, and sick at heart, for it seemed that the viscount must be aware that Christopher dwelt at that place, and was about to test her concerning him.
‘Why does it mean no marriage?’ said he.
‘My father might, and almost certainly would, object to it. Although he cannot control me, he might entreat me.’
‘Why would he object?’ said Lord Mountclere uneasily, and somewhat haughtily.
‘I don’t know.’
‘But you will be my wife—say again that you will.’
‘I will.’
He breathed. ‘He will not object—hee-hee!’ he said. ‘O no—I think you will be mine now.’