"You do care for me?" "Oh yes." She looked up into his beautiful face as she spoke, and he saw that her eyes were swimming with tears. He thought at the moment that she was very common to look at. As regarded appearance only he would have preferred even Sophia Longestaffe. There was indeed a certain brightness of truth which another man might have read in Marie's mingled smiles and tears, but it was thrown away altogether upon him. They were walking in some shrubbery quite apart from the house, where they were unseen; so, as in duty bound, he put his arm round her waist and kissed her. "Oh, Felix," she said, giving her face up to him; "no one ever did it before." He did not in the least believe her, nor was the matter one of the slightest importance to him. "Say that you will be good to me, Felix. I will be so good to you." "Of course I will be good to you." "Men are not always good to their wives. Papa is often very cross to mamma." "I suppose he can be cross?" "Yes, he can. He does not often scold me. I don't know what he'll say when we tell him about this." "But I suppose he intends that you shall be married?" "He wanted me to marry Lord Nidderdale and Lord Grasslough, but I hated them both. I think he wants me to marry Lord Nidderdale again now. He hasn't said so, but mamma tells me. But I never will;--never!" "I hope not, Marie." "You needn't be a bit afraid. I would not do it if they were to kill me. I hate him,--and I do so love you." Then she leaned with all her weight upon his arm and looked up again into his beautiful face. "You will speak to papa; won't you?" "Will that be the best way?" "I suppose so. How else?" "I don't know whether Madame Melmotte ought not--" "Oh dear no. Nothing would induce her. She is more afraid of him than anybody;--more afraid of him than I am. I thought the gentleman always did that." "Of course I'll do it," said Sir Felix. "I'm not afraid of him. Why should I? He and I are very good friends, you know." "I'm glad of that." "He made me a Director of one of his companies the other day." "Did he? Perhaps he'll like you for a son-in-law." "There's no knowing;--is there?" "I hope he will. I shall like you for papa's son-in-law. I hope it isn't wrong to say that. Oh, Felix, say that you love me." Then she put her face up towards his again. "Of course I love you," he said, not thinking it worth his while to kiss her. "It's no good speaking to him here. I suppose I had better go and see him in the city." "He is in a good humour now," said Marie. "But I couldn't get him alone. It wouldn't be the thing to do down here." "Wouldn't it?" "Not in the country,--in another person's house. Shall you tell Madame Melmotte?"