She closed her arm round his neck.

“If you wouldn’t take me away, I should have to,” she said.

“Take you where to?”

“Anywhere! away! But right away from Wragby.”

“When?”

“Why, when I come back.”

“But what’s the good of coming back, doing the thing twice, if you’re once gone?” he said.

“Oh, I must come back. I’ve promised! I’ve promised so faithfully. Besides, I come back to you, really.”

“To your husband’s gamekeeper?”

“I don’t see that that matters,” she said.