"Old pal—dear," she answered a little tremulously, "I'd just love to."
"Why, child," said the Earl, while I assisted the grave and decorous Atkinson to unpack the various dainties and comestibles, "why, child, how beautiful your hair is!" and lifting a silky tress in gentle, reverent fingers, our Ancient Person kissed it with stately gallantry.
CHAPTER XXXVI
TELLS HOW I MET ANTHONY AGAIN
"What with banns and certif'cates and this and that and t'other, they don't make it very easy for people to get married, do they, Peregrine?"
"No!" I answered.
We were jolting Tonbridge-wards in the Tinker's cart; the afternoon was very hot, and Diogenes, hearing the murmur of our voices, subsided to a leisured amble like the knowing, four-footed philosopher he was.
"Seven pounds seems a lot to pay for just one gown—even if it is to marry you in, doesn't it, Peregrine?"
"In three weeks!" I added.
"And four days!" she nodded.