“Do you think they will never give in, Harry?”
“Never’s a long day. But it might take time. It might be a year, it might be much more. It does not matter for me, but your uncle will hold to it as long as my father does. Oh, darling! I hate this miserable waiting. Who knows what may happen in a year?”
“That is all true, Harry. Oh! what can I do?” she cried. “It is so difficult! If I only had a little time!”
“Take till to-morrow, Isoline.”
“To-morrow? And how can I see you to-morrow?”
“You must send to me.”
She laughed shortly.
“What messenger have I? Howlie is always busy. Besides, he might do something dreadful.”
“Well, I must think of some other way,” said he, “and you must think too, Isoline. Between us, we shall light on something. What if you made me some sign?”
“Wait—I have it!” he cried. “Will you go out to-morrow?”