"And now do you know, Ethel dear, I'm beginning to feel as though I should really like to run away from this place, if I thought that horrid man wouldn't see me?"
"Minnie darling," said Ethel, "that's the very thing I came for, you know."
"Oh yes, I know! And that dear, nice, good, kind, delightful priest! Oh, it was so nice of you to think of a priest, Ethel dear! I'm so grateful! But when is he coming?"
"Soon, I hope. But do try not to talk so."
"But I'm only whispering."
"Yes, but your whispers are too loud, and I'm afraid they'll hear."
"Well, I'll try to keep still; but it's so awfully hard, you know, when one has so much to say, Ethel dear."
Minnie now remained silent for about five minutes.
"How did you say you were going to take me away?" she asked at length.
"In disguise," said Ethel.