Would you care to live with Archdeacon
Smith and his wife?"
"No. No! And they wouldn't want me."
"That seems queer to me: that any one should have the chance of keeping
you with them, and not want you ... How would it be for you to go on the
same ship with me, and find a little home somewhere on an allowance I
could make you out of that fund? You see, you are my wife in the eyes of
the law, so I'm bound to support you. And you're bound to let me do it,
if I can do it honestly."
Annesley flung up her arms in a gesture of abandonment. "Let it go at
that," she sighed, "until I can think of something better."
"Very well. We won't argue that part yet. The thing to make sure of at
the moment is this: Do I get a cable, say on the day everyone's leaving
Valley House, calling me back to America on urgent business, and do I
take you with me?"
Annesley's thoughts raced through her head and would not stop. Knight did
not speak. He was waiting with outward patience for her decision.
It seemed that she would never know what to say. She was about to tell
him in despair that she must have the rest of the day to make up her
mind, but before she could speak Parker knocked at the door.
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