Will you desert me, too ?" "Never, Sir Everard! I will never desert you while you wish me to stay." "I should like it, I confess.

It will be horribly dreary for my bride to come home to a house where there is no one to welcome her but the servants.

If my mother can spare you, Sybilla, I wish you would stay." As once before, she lifted his hand to her lips.
"Sybilla belongs to you, Sir Everard! Command, and she will obey." He laughed, but he also reddened as he drew his hand hastily away.
"Oh, pooh! don't be melodramatic! There is no question of commanding and obeying about it.

You are free to do as you please.

If you choose to remain, give Lady Kingsland proper notice.