“What night?”
“The Russian—but you thought I was him then.”
“Perhaps,” said she, dreamily, “but, I thought it was unlike him—do you understand?”
“I don’t know. I understand nothing but that I have got you to care for always, to worship, to lay myself down for you to trample on.”
“Good-night,” said she at last.
She was standing, preparing to go. “The family know the truth, at least they are sure of the truth, but, as you say, they can do nothing. Imagine their feelings when I tell them what we have agreed on! With me on your side they are absolutely helpless.”
There is, fortunately enough, no law preventing two married people being re-married, privately; the good old lawyers of England considering, no doubt, that a man having gone through the ceremony once would think it enough.