"Not at Wyndward!" he said, hesitating. "Why?"
She was silent a moment.
"Fancy," she said, with a little rippling laugh. "Fancies are permitted one at such times, you know."
"Yes, yes," he said. "I know my mother and father would wish it to be there—or in London."
"Nor in London," she said, almost quickly. "Leycester, why should it not be here?"
He was silent. This again would be in accordance with his own desire.
"I should like a quiet wedding," she said. "Oh! very quiet."
"You!" he exclaimed, incredulously. "You, whose marriage would at any time have so much interest for the world in which you have moved—reigned, rather!"
She laughed again.
"It has always been one of my day-dreams to steal away to church with the man I loved, and be married without the usual fuss and formality."