strength to the man. Their positions were becoming reversed. It was he who was dictating to her.
"I am going away," she said nervously. "You will forget me. You must forget me."
"You shall not go away," he answered, "unless I know where. Don't be afraid. You can keep your secrets, whatever they are. I want to know nothing. Go on exactly with the life you are leading, if it pleases you. I shan't interfere. But you are going to be my wife, and you shall not leave London without telling me about it."
"I am leaving London," she faltered, "to-morrow."
"I was thinking," he remarked, calmly, "of taking a little holiday myself."
She laughed uneasily.
"You are absurd," she declared, "and you must go away. Really! The Baroness will be home directly. I would rather, I would very much rather that she did not find you here."
He held out his arms to her. His eyes were bright with the joy of conquest.
"I will go, Louise," he answered, "but first I will have my answer—and no answer save one will do!"
She bit her lip. She was moved by some emotion, but he was unable, for the moment, to classify it.
"I think," she declared, "that you must be the most persistent man on earth."
"You are going to find me so," he assured her.
"Listen," she said firmly, "I will not marry you!"
He shrugged his shoulders.
"On that point," he answered, "I am content to differ from you. Anything else?"
She stamped her foot.
