"Are you at the end of your objections?
Can you give me a plain answer at last ?" No! He had another objection ready as the words passed her lips.
"Suppose the witnesses at the inn happen to know me ?" he said.

"Suppose it comes to my father's ears in that way ?" "Suppose you drive me to my death ?" she retorted, starting to her feet.
"Your father shall know the truth, in that case--I swear it!" He rose, on his side, and drew back from her.

She followed him up.

There was a clapping of hands, at the same moment, on the lawn.

Somebody had evidently made a brilliant stroke which promised to decide the game.
There was no security now that Blanche might not return again.