“I don’t want to wait any longer. I shan’t feel safe till I’m actually your wife.”
He reasoned with her very gently. After all they were to be married in a few weeks. They could not easily hasten matters, for their house was not yet ready, and she needed time to get her clothes. The date had been fixed by her. She listened sullenly to his words. Their wisdom was plain, and she did not see how she could possibly insist. Even if she told him all that had passed he would not believe her; he would think she was suffering from some trick of her morbid fancy.
“If anything happens to me,” she answered, with the dark, anguished eyes of a hunted beast, “you will be to blame.”
“I promise you that nothing will happen.”
