We will go away together, and be married at once." She panted rather than breathed.
"You must! I can't leave you! I had rather throw myself from these Capri rocks than go away with more than two years of solitude before me." Cecily made no answer.
"If you think, you will see this is best in every way.

It will be kindest to poor Mallard, putting an end at once to any hopes he may have." "We can't be married without his consent," Cecily whispered.
"Oh yes; I can manage that.

I have already thought of everything.

Be up early to-morrow morning, and leave the hotel at half-past seven, as if you were going for a walk.

Neither your aunt nor Miriam will be stirring by then.