At the same time it was a cry for help in case her uncle should be unpleasant and hostile.
Worst of all his behaviour might be so repulsive that the Marquis would regret having asked her to be his wife.
‘Help me – God, help me – Mama.’ she begged. ‘The Marquis has – found me and he really – loves me! Please, oh – please – don’t let anything – spoil it now!’
– pleaseThe two horses were now cropping the grass quietly and Flash was again standing in the stream as if he still wanted to cool himself down.
Manella moved instinctively a little way towards the part of the wood that the Marquis had just vanished into.
She was still praying.
She was so afraid that at any moment he might appear with her uncle and that he was determined to make trouble.
After what seemed to her a very long time
