Then:
"I should simply wipe you out of my life. That's all."
He spoke very evenly, but with such a note of absolute finality in his
quiet voice that Ann quivered a little as she lay in his arms--as one might
wince if any one laid the keen edge of a naked blade against one's throat,
no matter how lightly.
"Ah! Don't let's talk of such things!" she cried hastily. "Don't let's
spoil our first day, Eliot. Do you realise"--with a radiant smile--"that
this is the first--the very first--day we have really belonged to each
other?"
So they talked of other things--the foolish, sweet, and tender things which
lovers have always talked and probably always will--things which are of
no moment to the busy material-minded world as it bustles on its way, but
which are the frail filaments out of which men and women fashion for
themselves dear memories that shall sweeten all their lives.
But time will not wait, even for lovers, and Eliot had been gone over an
hour when at last Robin returned from Ferribridge.
"Cast a shoe and had to wait an unconscionable time to get my horse shod,"
he explained briefly.
"You must be starving," commiserated Ann, "I'll tell Maria to bring you
in some supper at once.
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