The Marquis did not reply and she went on,
“It is hard now that we are both – upset, to think clearly – but at least we have a little time – in which to do so.”
She thought wildly as she spoke that no time could be too long as far as she was concerned.
She could for the time being see him, hear him and she could stay with him either here or in London and it would be a wonder and a joy that she would be able to remember in the empty years ahead.
‘I love you!’ she wanted to shout aloud, ‘and it will not – matter to me – how long we have to – remain engaged.’
It flashed through her mind that perhaps the Marquis could contrive to steal the incriminating papers from Lord Burnham.
Then she thought they would be with his Solicitors, so that would be impossible.
‘We shall just have to go on
