If you love this Hugh Ingelow, and
marry him, you may probably become a rational being and a sensible
matron yet."
Mollie made a wry face.
"The last thing I ever want to be. And I don't believe half a dozen
husbands would ever transform me into a 'sensible matron.' But go on,
all the same. I'm open to suggestion. What do you want me to do?"
"Address this man. Ask him to appoint a meeting. Meet him. Tell him what
you have told me, and make him reveal himself. He will be sure to do it,
if he thinks there are grounds for hope."
"And if it turns out to be Sardonyx or Oleander--and I have a
presentiment that it's the latter--what then?"
"'Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.' I don't believe it is
either. From what you tell me of them, I am sure neither would behave so
honorably at the last--keeping his promise and fetching you home."
"There is something in that," said Mollie, thoughtfully. "Unless,
indeed, they grew tired of me, or were afraid to imprison me longer. And
my masked husband talked, at the parting, as neither of these reptiles
could talk.
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