"Yes?"
"--just to go."
Elizabeth gave a little laugh at this not very illuminating explanation.
"I didn't know what the proprieties were," she went on. "Our little code had not provided rules--what to wear, the chaperonage, and all that, you know. And then,"--she abandoned her irony,--"I thought of you."
"As a last resort, eh?" said Ward, looking fondly into her face, flushing behind her veil in the keen November air. She drew close to him, put her hand on his arm.
"Yes," she said, "and as a first resort, as a constant, never-failing resort."
She gave his arm a little squeeze, and he pressed her hand to his side in silence.
"Do you know where it is?" Elizabeth asked presently.
"Oh, yes, I was there once."
"When?"