But she was determined not to show the white
feather and faced him coolly. After all, in these enlightened days a man
couldn't very well carry you off by force and _compel_ you to marry him!
Though she reluctantly conceded that if any man in the world were likely to
attempt such a thing it would be some primitive, lawless male of the type
of Brett Forrester.
"Certainly I promised," she told him. "And I've every intention of keeping
my promise."
Lady Susan glanced quickly from one to the other of them and her dark brows
puckered up humorously.
"What have you been doing to her, Brett?" she demanded, as she and her
nephew trudged homeward side by side. "Have you quarrelled?"
"Quarrelled? Certainly not. I've only"--smiling reminiscently--"been giving
her a peep into the future. It will be less of a shock when it comes," he
added matter-of-factly.
If he had wished to establish himself in Ann's thoughts he had certainly
succeeded. Odd snatches of his conversation kept recurring to her mind--his
coolly possessive: "_I don't like losing my belongings_," followed by that
equally significant: "_The future would be mine_." It was outrageous!
Apparently Brett Forrester had never got beyond the primitive idea of the
cave-man who captured his chosen mate by force of his good right arm and
club, and subsequently kept her in order by an elaboration of the same
simple methods.
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