I am asking you to come and live with me in an entirely respectable manner, as the Marchioness of Walderhurst." Emily touched the breast of her brown linen blouse with the tips of her fingers.
"You--are--asking--_me_ ?" she said.
"Yes," he answered.

His glass had dropped out of his eye, and he picked it up and replaced it.

"There is Black with the cart," he said.

"I will explain myself with greater clearness as we drive back to Mallowe." The basket of fish was put in the cart, and Emily Fox-Seton was put in.
Then the marquis got in himself, and took the reins from his groom.
"You will walk back, Black," he said, "by that path," with a wave of the hand in a diverging direction.
As they drove across the heather, Emily was trembling softly from head to foot.

She could have told no human being what she felt.