“Are we stopping here for any particular reason?” Caroline said.
Nancy had not spoken in more than a monosyllable 112 since they had resumed their places in the car again.
“Not now,” Dick said wearily. “I thought I’d point out the sights of the town. This place is called the Gretna Green of America, you know. A great many runaway couples come out here to be married. The man inside that office, the one with whiskers and no collar, is the one that marries them.”
“Does he?” Billy asked a trifle uncertainly.
Nancy turned to Dick with a real appeal in her voice. It was the first time during the day that she had addressed him with anything like her natural tenderness and sweetness.
“Oh! Dick, can’t we start on?” she said.
CHAPTER VIII
Science Applied
Gaspard was ill—very ill. He lay in the little anteroom at the top of the stairs and groaned thunderously. He had a pain in his back and a roaring in his head, and an extreme disorder in the region of his solar plexus.