“You may want it before long,” she said, observing the open door, without expressing any surprise, “You don’t want it now. Another person will play for me—I have told Blanche I am not well. Sit down. I have secured a respite of five minutes, and I must make the most of it. In that time, or less, Lady Lundie’s suspicions will bring her here—to see how I am. For the present, shut the door.”
She seated herself, and pointed to a second chair. He took it—with his eye on the closed door.
“Come to the point!” he said, impatiently. “What is it?”
“You can marry me privately to-day,” she answered. “Lis ten—and I will tell you how!”
CHAPTER THE FIFTH.
THE PLAN.
SHE took his hand, and began with all the art of persuasion that she possessed.
“One question, Geoffrey, before I say what I want to say. Lady Lundie has invited you to stay at Windygates. Do you accept her invitation? or do you go back to your brother’s in the evening?”
“I can’t go back in the evening—they’ve put a visitor into my room. I’m obliged to stay here. My brother has done it on purpose. Julius helps me when I’m hard up—and bullies me afterward. He has sent me here, on duty for the family. Somebody must be civil to Lady Lundie—and I’m the sacrifice.”