Chapter SevenClint raised his head and, with a smile on his lips, looked down at Alita’s flushed excited face.
“Go upstairs, my lovely one,” he said. “Collect the gown you wore last night and your other habit. You will not need anything else.”
“But – I don’t – understand,” Alita managed to say.
She was shy from the wild excitement of his kisses and being so close in his arms had aroused emotions she had never known before.
“We are to be married,” he said. “Have you forgotten?”
“Now?” she enquired.
“In a few hours,” he replied, “and the sooner we are on our way the better!”
“But – how can we – how can we – leave without telling – Uncle Lionel?”
“I will do that,” Clint said grimly. “I will leave him a note, which is all he deserves for the way he has treated you.”
“He always said th
