He put her back by main force on the chair. In another moment they must have heard her, through all the noise and laughter of the game. “Say what you want,” he resumed, “and I’ll do it. Only be reasonable. I can’t marry you to-day.” “You can!” “What nonsense you talk! The house and grounds are swarming with company. It can’t be!” “It can! I have been thinking about it ever since we came to this house. I have got something to propose to you. Will you hear it, or not?” “Speak lower!” “Will you hear it, or not?” “There’s somebody coming!” “Will you hear it, or not?” “The devil take your obstinacy! Yes!” The answer had been wrung from him. Still, it was the answer she wanted--it opened the door to hope. The instant he had consented to hear her her mind awakened to the serious necessity of averting discovery by any third person who might stray idly into the summer-house. She held up her hand for silence, and listened to what was going forward on the lawn. The dull thump of the croquet-mallet against the ball was no longer to be heard. The game had stopped. In a moment more she heard her own name called. An interval of another instant passed, and a familiar voice said, “I know where she is. I’ll fetch her.” She turned to Geoffrey, and pointed to the back of the summer-house. “It’s my turn to play,” she said. “And Blanche is coming here to look for me. Wait there, and I’ll stop her on the steps.” She went out at once. It was a critical moment. Discovery, which meant moral-ruin to the woman, meant money-ruin to the man. Geoffrey had not exaggerated his position with his father. Lord Holchester had twice paid his debts, and had declined to see him since. One more outrage on his father’s rigid sense of propriety, and he would be left out of the will as well as kept out of the house. He looked for a means of retreat, in case there was no escaping unperceived by the front entrance. A door--intended for the use of servants, when picnics and gipsy tea-parties were given in the summer-house--had been made in the back wall. It opened outward, and it was locked. With his strength it was easy to remove that obstacle. He put his shoulder to the door. At the moment when he burst it open he felt a hand on his arm. Anne was behind him, alone. “You may want it before long,” she said, observing the open door, without expressing any surprise, “You don’t want it now. Another person will play for me--I have told Blanche I am not well. Sit down. I have secured a respite of five minutes, and I must make the most of it. In that time, or less, Lady Lundie’s suspicions will bring her here--to see how I am. For the present, shut the door.” She seated herself, and pointed to a second chair. He took it--with his eye on the closed door. “Come to the point!” he said, impatiently. “What is it?” “You can marry me privately to-day,” she answered. “Lis ten--and I will tell you how!” CHAPTER THE FIFTH. THE PLAN.