“Also Taoist monks with masks and wheels. I’m not so very particular myself about the form,” quizzed Adele.
“Don’t keep me on the rack, my dear; just tell me which you prefer.”
“Well, the Taoist ritual is the most spectacular, the Lepcha the most thrilling, and the Church of England the most serious—probably, but I have my doubts.”
“I never was more serious in my life,” said Paul. “The English will do; that is, if it suits you?”
“Me! suits me!” she exclaimed, but her expression told him well enough his allusions were clearly understood.
“Yes, of course, you have the final say.”
“To decide what? It was you who spoke about something you hoped would happen before we left. You haven’t told me what it is, have you?”
“But you guessed it at once, Adele, I’m sure; and better than I can tell you. Would not this be an ideal place for our marriage? Just arrange it to suit yourself.”
Adele turned her face away—a little embarrassed, rather confused.
“Oh, don’t be in such a hurry, Paul. I really must think.”