“I—but that’s not the question. Do you want a big wedding?”
She hesitated an instant. Then she answered softly, but with decision: “No.”
Anthony drew a long breath. “Thank the Lord!” he said devoutly.
“Why?” she asked in some surprise.
“I’ve never exactly understood why the boys I’ve been best man for were so miserable over the prospect of a show wedding—but I know now. A runaway marriage appeals to me now as it never did before. I want to be married—tremendously—but I want to get it over.”
A soft laugh answered him. “We’ll get it over.”
Anthony sat up suddenly. “Will we?” he asked with eagerness. “When?”
“I didn’t say ‘when’!”
“Juliet—when are you going to say it?”
“Why, Tony—dear——”