“Look at me, dear, tell me you mean what you say. Are you happy, Isoline? I am.”
She glanced up at him with her grey eyes full of sunshine.
“I am very happy,” she murmured.
Then her look swam away into the far landscape and she sat rapt, thinking of what was to come. The world she wanted was opening in front of her; the man who held the key of it had put it into her hand She wondered whether there might be lions on the threshold, and, if so, how loudly they would roar. She thought that she would not mind the roaring very much, if she could only slip by them successfully.
The future was whispering to Harry too.
“I wonder what your uncle will say,” he remarked at last. “I meant to have spoken to him when I arrived, but he had gone out, and so I came up here to you. He can’t refuse me, can he, Isoline?”
“Oh dear, no,” she laughed, wondering at her lover’s simplicity. “How could he? Besides, I shall do as I like.”
“You will never give me up, whatever may happen? Dear, dear Isoline, you couldn’t do such a thing, could you?”
“What will Mr. Fenton and Lady Harriet say?”