"Are you sure of yourself, darling?" he whispered.
"I could not have spoken had I not been sure. I am very sure of myself. I trust you so fully that I am sure of you as well."
He kissed her rapturously.
"God bless you. I can hardly breathe for the joy I feel."
"But you do not say you will marry me," she smiled.
"You shall be my wife to-day," he cried.
"I beg your pardon," she said gaily, "but as the bride I am the arbiter of time. If in a year from now we are still here, I will be your wife."
"A year! Great heaven! Impossible! I won't wait that long. Now be sensible, Tennys."
"I am very sensible. While I am willing to recognize the sacredness of the marriage laws here, I must say that I prefer those of my own land. We must wait a year for deliverance. If it does not come, then I will--"
"But that's three hundred and sixty-five days--an age. Make it a month, dear. A month is a long, long time, too."