“Perhaps you won't go so soon. Don't go if you can help it!”
“Not if I can help it, darling; but I shan't be able.”
“No, of course not; I know.”
Young Morland clutched his hair. “Everyone's in the same boat, but it can't last for ever; and now we're engaged we can be together all the time till I've got the licence or whatever it is. And then—!”
“Daddy won't like our not being married in a church; but I don't care!”
Looking down at her closed eyes, and their lashes resting on her cheeks, young Morland thought:
'My God! I'm in heaven!'
Another short hour passed before she freed herself.
“We must go, Cyril. Kiss me once more!”
It was nearly dinner-time, and they ran down. 4