"When you marry a nice man, you shall go there for your honeymoon. God love you!"
She took his hand and laid it against her cheek.
For the fraction of a second—
"I like Beaulieu, Ronnie, the house is a beauty—perhaps if I hurried I could go there before mother."
In the hall below Mr. Teddy Williams discussed Canada with the hall porter. It was one of the two subjects in which he was completely interested.
The other came down by the elevator, importantly, and they went out into Knightsbridge together.
"I've been a long time, Teddy," she snuggled her arm in his, "but—well, first of all, my answer is 'Yes'."
He paused, and in the view of revolted passersby, kissed her.
"And—and, Teddy, we'll go to Beaulieu afterwards. Mr. Morelle has promised to let us have his house."
"Isn't that grand!" said Teddy. "We've got a town called Beaulieu in Saskatchewan."