“Not at all. There is nothing to prevent our being married to-morrow, if you like.”
“I thought you were obliged to remain a certain time in a place.”
“I have a special license, Gwen, and, moreover, we have both been more than the required length of time in this parish.”
“Oh!” she said rather dubiously. “You have arranged everything, then?”
“Of course. Would you mind trying on your wedding-ring, to make sure it fits?”
Gwendolyn’s eyes flashed, and her color rose. But when he stooped down and kissed her, she suddenly laid her hand on his breast and burst into tears.
“I begin to think you don’t love me a bit, Gwen,” he said, caressing her tenderly; “or that you look upon me as a kind of ogre, who is not to be trusted with a woman’s happiness.”
“You know it isn’t that.”
“Then what is it?”
“Marriage is a great change, and a great risk,” she stammered out at last.