"I can't believe it—and I haven't even any ring."
"Oh, the ring! If you'd had it, you'd have dropped it about somewhere and let out the secret."
"I wish it had been in church and before a clergyman."
"Are you trying to make me jealous again of the Reverend Orlando? I'm an old married man now, and it is hopeless."
"Do you really feel married, Jonathan?"
"The deuce I don't! If I did I'd be galloping down the turnpike."
"I wonder why you did it?" she questioned a little wistfully, "you take it so lightly."
"I could only take it lightly after I'd done it—that's why, darling."
"If I could believe in it I shouldn't mind the secrecy," she said, "but I feel so wicked and underhand that I hardly dare hold up my head before the folks at home. Jonathan, when do you think we may come out and confess?"
For a moment he did not answer, and she watched the frown gather slowly between his eyebrows.