“Sweetheart!⁠ ⁠… I still think you are not yourself. You will think differently tomorrow⁠—you do not really love Carstares.”

She shut her mouth obstinately, tilting her regal little head.

He watched her anxiously.

“If you really do love him, ’tis ridiculous to elope with me,” he said.

Her fingers tightened on his wrist.

“But I must! You don’t understand, Harry! You must take me! Don’t you want me?”

“Of course I do, but not if you are longing to be somewhere else all the time. The whole thing seems preposterous!”