"Not the slightest. If any one tries it, turn him over to me."
"That might not always be possible."
"You don't mean to say any one has begun this soon?"
He glared about as if to find the culprit.
"Don't look so fierce, Monte," she protested, with a laugh.
"Then don't you look so worried," he retorted.
Already, by his side, she was beginning to recover. A Parisian dandy coming toward them stared rather overlong at her. An hour ago it would have made her uneasy; now she felt like making a face at him.
She laughed a little.
"The minister was terribly serious, was n't he, Monte?"
"Too darned serious," he nodded. "But, you see, he did n't know. I suppose the cross-your-throat, hope-to-die kind of marriage is serious. That's the trouble with it."