“You’ll come with me?”
It was a full minute before she could answer. Then she said:––
“It’s so impossible, Don.”
“Impossible?”
“One doesn’t––doesn’t get married that way!”
“What does it matter how one gets married?” he answered.
“What would people say?”
“I don’t care what they’d say.”
“You mustn’t get like that, Don, dear,” she chided him. “Why, that’s being an anarchist or something, isn’t it?”