"We won't open all that again, Blair," she said. "Yes, Sefton will do."
"And you won't mind doing without the bridemaids and the white satin dress, and the bishop, and all that?" he asked, with half anxious but wholly loving regard.
Margaret returned his gaze steadily and unflinchingly.
"I care for none of them," she said, quietly. "If I could have had my choice I should have liked my grandmother; but we haven't our choice, and so nothing matters, Blair."
"You are the best-natured girl that ever breathed, Madge!" he said in a passionate whisper. "All my life through I shall remember what sacrifices you made for me. I shall never forget them! Never!"
"Have you made up your minds?" asked Austin, coming back.
"Yes; it is to be Sefton," said Madge herself.
"Very well, then," he answered. "Then, all the rest of the arrangements I can make easily."
And he was as good as his word.
He went down with Blair to get the special license; he engaged a sweet little cottage at Appleford; he saw the parson's clerk, and informed him of the date of the wedding; he even went with Blair to his tailor's to order some clothes.