How could she so trust her father's conjectures?
He did not know how to tell her the truth and shame himself.

And yet he felt that it must be done.

"We may have been wrong," he began, almost fearfully, "in supposing that it can all be carried out while we stay here at Hintock.

I am not sure but that people may have to appear in a public court even under the new Act; and if there should be any difficulty, and we cannot marry after all--" Her cheeks became slowly bloodless.

"Oh, Giles," she said, grasping his arm, "you have heard something! What--cannot my father conclude it there and now?
Surely he has done it?
Oh, Giles, Giles, don't deceive me.