"And how am I to know," he asked, doubtingly, "that you will not
go to her to-night and spirit her off where I will never hear of
either of you again?"
"In the very best way in the world: we will not part company
until morning comes, are we at peace?" inquired the count,
smiling and holding out but hand.
"Until then, we will have to be, I suppose," replied Sir Norman,
rather ungraciously taking the hand as if it were red-hot, and
dropping it again. "And we are to stand here and rail at each
other, in the meantime?"
"By no means! Even the most sublime prospect tires when surveyed
too long. There is a little excursion which I would like you to
accompany me on, if you have no objection."
"Where to?"
"To the ruin, where you have already been twice to-night."
Sir Norman stared.
"And who told you this fact, Sir Count?"
"Never mind; I have heard it. Would you object to a third
excursion there before morning?"
Again Sir Norman paused and meditated. There was no use in
staying where he was, that would bring him no nearer to Leoline,
and nothing was to be gained by killing the count beyond the mere
transitory pleasure of the thing.
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