Unquestionably.' Sam saw her thought and her fear.

'Still, you can do as you like, Sophy--Mrs.Twycott,' he added.

'It is not you who are the child, but he.' 'Ah, you don't know! Sam, if I could, I would marry you, some day.

But you must wait a while, and let me think.' It was enough for him, and he was blithe at their parting.

Not so she.
To tell Randolph seemed impossible.