She was silent.
“Won’t you speak, dearest?” said he at last. “Think; all our troubles would be over and we need never part any more.”
“They will be terribly angry,” said Isoline, lifting her eyes suddenly.
“No one matters. At least, no one except my mother,” he added, with a half-sigh, “and I know she will forgive me in a little, when she knows you better. You cannot think how good she is, Isoline.”
Her face hardened.
“We need not see them, I suppose,” she said.
“We can go straight abroad, if you like.”
“I should like London best,” said the girl.
“We need not come back a moment before we wish to. I am quite independent, you see. I have not got much ready money at this moment, but any one will advance it until I am actually receiving my legacy. Want of money need not trouble us again.”
“You have two thousand a year, have you not, Harry?”