He covered it with his own, kissing her palm passionately, lingeringly, with lips that seemed hungrily possessive.
Then he looked down at her again.
“I have imagined you here,” he sighed. “Imagined you in India ever since I arrived. I thought that perhaps one day I might be able to bring you here as my companion, as my secretary, in some way or another. I never thought that you would come as my wife.”
“Oh, Garland!”
The words were only a murmur.
“You will marry me, Karina?” he asked. “Now, at once. Why should we wait?”
“There are a – lot of – things to do first,” she replied. “All – that trouble – waiting for you at – home.
“What trouble?” he asked. “Oh yes, of course! Well, I have just heard something that I think solves everything.”
He spoke impatiently, as if it was really of no
