"When and where you please," she scribbled on the first piece of paper she could find. Lady Ludlow's words occurred to her as she sent off her note by special messenger: "A woman is always safe with the man who loves her."
Three days later, Windebank and Mavis were made man and wife. For all Windebank's outward impassivity, Mavis noticed that, when he put the ring on her finger, his hand trembled so violently that he all but dropped it. Directly the wedding was over, Windebank and Mavis got into the former's motor, which was waiting outside the church.
"At last!" said Windebank, as he sat beside his wife.
"Where next?" asked Mavis.
"To get Jill and your things and then we'll get away."
"Where to? I hope it's right away, somewhere peaceful in the country."
"We'll go on till you come to a place you like."
They went west. They had lunched in high spirits at a wayside inn, which took Mavis's fancy, to continue travelling till the late afternoon, when the machine came to a dead stop.
"We'll have to camp in a ditch," said Mavis.
"How you'd curse me if we had to!" said her husband.