"Jump in," cried Fitz, hurrying the maid in.
At the same moment some one mounted the box of their carriage, a heavy weight was thrown upon the top and away they started.
"What does it all mean, Fitz?" asked Ethel, looking half frightened. "Where are we going?"
"We are going to Penwhiffen—to that place where there is the pretty church," said Fitz.
"Church!" said Ethel, "and Mary!—and——Oh, Fitz! who is that on the box going with us?"
"That is the luggage," said Fitz, with a twinkle in his eyes. "The luggage and Mr. Bertie Fairfax. The cat's out of the bag, Ethel, my pretty one! We're running away with you! Bertie's got the special license in his pocket, and Mr. Smythe will have his journey to Coombe Lodge for nothing."
Then as Ethel burst into a flood of tears he caught her to him and gave her a hearty pat on the back.