"Where are you taking me to?" she inquired humbly, as a captive.
"I shall take you to my mother's," he said.
"Will she like it?"
"She 'll either like it or lump it," said Denry. "It 'll take a fortnight."
"What?"
"The notice, and things."
In the train, in the midst of a great submissive silence, she murmured:
"It 'll be simply awful for father and mother."
"That can't be helped," said he. "And they 'll be far too seasick to bother their heads about you."
"You can't think how you 've staggered me," said she.