"
That between two lovers the thing could be a game never entered her
brain. The thought that it might be wiser to watch moods and play on
this one or that, and conceal her feelings and draw him on with mystery,
could meet with no faintest understanding in her fond heart.
She just loved him, and belonged to him, and that was the whole meaning
of heaven and earth. Any trick of calculation would have been a thousand
miles beneath her feet. And while he was there with her, clasping her
slender willowy form to his heart, John Derringham felt exalted. The
importance of his career dwindled, the imperative necessity of
possessing Halcyone for his very own augmented, until at last he
whispered in her ear as her little head lay there upon his breast:
"Darling child, you must marry me at once--immediately--next week. We
will go through whatever is necessary at the registry-office, and then
you must come away with me and be my very own."
"Of course," was all she said.
"It is absolutely impossible that we could let anyone know about it at
present--even Cheiron--" he went on, a little hurriedly.
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