"But there's a clergyman there, I'm told."
"I don't think this man was in orders. But he might have been. Parsons come out in so many shapes! This man called himself a count. It was seven years ago."
"I am speaking of to-day."
"I've not been there since."
"Would you like to go there,—with me?"
"It isn't a nice sort of place, I should say, for a honeymoon. But you shall choose. When we are married you shall go where you like."
"To be married!" she exclaimed.
"Married at Ostend! Would your mother like that?"
"Mother! Oh, dear!"
"I'll be shot if I know what you're after, Gertrude. If you've got anything to say you'd better speak out. I want to go up to the house now."