" Then he
turned to her: "But it's all right. Nothing shall happen to the old
man. I'll see that it doesn't. We've only got to wait a fortnight,
then I'll get him away for a holiday. And once he's better I can
leave him. It WILL be all right. It SHALL."
Then he bent down to her. "You know, Maggie, I love you more, far
more than I ever thought. Even if I went away you'd be the only one
I'd love. I never dreamt that I'd care for any one so much."
He felt her tremble under his hand when he said that.
She sighed. "Now I can go back," she said. "I'll say that over to
myself again and again."
They stayed a little longer, he put his arms round her again and
held her so close to him that she could feel his heart throbbing.
Then when they had kissed once more she went away.
She returned safely. Jane opened the door for her, mysteriously, as
though she enjoyed her share in the conspiracy. Maggie sped
upstairs, and now with Martin's words in her ears, had enough to
stiffen her back for the battle.
The next move in the affair was on the following afternoon when
Maggie, alone in the drawing-room, beheld Caroline Smith in the
doorway.
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