He would have time and opportunity then.

As for Philippa, he did not fear any real objection from her; if she once believed or thought that his heart was fixed on marrying Madaline, he was sure she would help him.
Marry Madaline he must--life was nothing to him without her.

He had laughed at the fever called love.

He knew now how completely love had mastered him.

He could think of nothing but Madaline.
He went down to Verdun Royal, heart and soul so completely wrapped in Madaline that he hardly remembered Philippa--hardly remembered that he was going as her guest; he was going to woo Madeline--fair, sweet Madaline--to ask her to be his wife, to try to win her for his own.
It was afternoon when he reached Verdun Royal.