"What made you think of Cornwall?" he asked Jasper, suspiciously.
Jasper laughed softly.
"It seemed to me just the place to suit you. It is mild and clear, and just what you want. Besides, I remember a little place near the sea, a sheltered village in a bay—Carlyon they call it—that would just do for us. What do you say? Let me see, where is the map?"
He went and got a map and spreading it out on the table, called to Stella.
"This is it," he said, then in a low voice he whispered: "There is a pretty, secluded little church there, Stella. Why should we not be married there?"
She started, and her hand fell on the map.
"I am thinking of you, my darling," he said. "For my part I should like to be married here——"
"No, not here," she faltered, as she thought of standing before the altar in the Wyndward Church and seeing the white walls of the Hall as she uttered her marriage vow. "Not here."
"I understand," he said. "Then why not there? Your uncle could come down for that, I think."
She did not speak, and with a smile of satisfaction he folded the map.