He suddenly knew why he had kissed her,
on that sunny morning on the marshes, an ecstatic and
incomprehensible moment which had seemed sometimes, during these
days of excitement, as though it had belonged to another life and
another world. He took both her hands in his, and, stooping down,
kissed her on the lips.
"Dear Catherine," he said, "I am so glad that you came to me. I
think that during these last few days we have forgotten to be
human, and it might help us--for after all, you know, we are
engaged!"
"But that," she whispered, "was only for my sake."
"At first, perhaps," he admitted, "but now for mine,"
Her little sigh of content, as she stole nearer to him, was purely
feminine. The moments ticked on in restful and wonderful silence.
Then, unwillingly, she drew away from his protecting arm.
"My dear," she said, "you look so nice as you are, and it is such
happiness to be here, but there is a great task before us."
"You are right," he declared, straightening himself. "Wait for a
few minutes, dear. We shall find them all at Westminster--the
place will be open all night. Close your eyes and rest while I am
away."
"I am rested," she answered softly, "but do not be long. The car
is outside, and on the way I have more to tell you about Nicholas
Fenn."
CHAPTER XXI
If the closely drawn blinds of the many windows of Westminster
Buildings could have been raised that night and early morning, the
place would have seemed a very hive of industry.
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