"A private marriage!" she said, slowly. "I hope he has not married beneath him."
"There is no doubt but that the whole story of his marriage will be told to you," said Earle. "And now, Doris, listen to me—you must return with me; I cannot go without you. I promised that you should go back with me, and it is imperative. The marriage will not be declared until you reach home."
"It is so sudden," she said.
"Yes, but you surely cannot hesitate, Doris. Remember not only what awaits you—your golden future—but remember, also, it is your own parents who summon you."
"You do not quite understand, Earle. I have no hesitation in going. Of course I shall go, but I want time to think."
"If you fear the people you are staying with will not be willing for you to go, it is a great mistake; they could not possibly make any objection. I will see them for you, if you like."
She raised her head in quick alarm.
"No, I would rather not, it is not needful. Give me just ten minutes to decide. You are just; give me ten minutes in silence to think."
He remained mute and motionless by her side.
The Arno rippled musically at her feet; birds sang above her head.