"And yet--" He held out his hands to her.
"I will follow you," she promised him.

"I will follow you as soon as his lordship is recovered, or--or at peace." "You have well considered, sweetheart ?" he asked her, holding her to him, and looking down into her gentle eyes.
"There is no happiness for me apart from you." Again his scruples took him.

"Tell Lord Ostermore--tell him all," he begged her.

"Be guided by him.

His decision for you will represent the decision of the world." "What is the world to me?
You are the world to me," she cried.
There was a rap upon the door.