He put her down as he spoke and then rose to his feet.
“I do not intend to waste any more time,” he asserted. “We will go and tell my father that you are to be my wife and there is nothing he or anyone else can say or do to prevent us from being married at once.”
Aletha stared at him in surprise.
Then, as he was kissing her again, it was impossible to tell him the words that trembled on her lips.
As he set her free, she had a sudden glimpse of herself in a gold-framed mirror.
She was horrified at the untidiness of her appearance.
“Let me first go and change,” she said quickly, “and then I have something to tell you.”
Miklós glanced at the clock.
“They will have finished having their breakfast by now,” he said, “and my father will be alone, dealing with his correspondence.”'
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