He took her hand in his.
She smiled.
"You must not come out to me here," she whispered.

"Mr.Bomford will not like it.

It is most improper." "But it may be our good-bye," he pleaded.

"They want me to do something, Mr.Bomford and your father, something hideous, utterly grotesque.

I have refused and they are very angry." "What is it that they want you to do ?" "Dear," he answered, "you, I am sure, will understand.