He signalled : `` I must see you before you go . '' `` Impossible . Aunt will never forgive me . Good-bye . '' I saw a look of desperate determination cross his face . If forty Aunt Marthas had swooped down upon me , I could not have torn my eyes from that glass . `` I love you . You know it . Do you care for me ? I must have my answer now . '' What a situation ! No time or chance for any maidenly hesitation or softening aureole of words . Aunt and Mrs. Saxby had almost reached the point where they invariably turned . I had barely time to spell out a plain , blunt `` yes '' and read his answer . `` I shall go home at once , get Mother and Connie , follow you , and demand possession of my property . I shall win the day . Have no fear . Till then , good-bye , my darling . '' `` Marguerite , '' said Mrs. Saxby at my elbow , `` it is time to go . '' I got up obediently .
XXXXX Martha was as grim and uncompromising as ever , and Mrs. Saxby looked like a chief mourner , but do you suppose I cared ?
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