"You dear old boy! I suppose it was love that kept my eyes open to other things. Do you know I was actually glad to see the mist to-day, much as I dislike it."
"Yes, and after all it has been our friend. Everything seems to have favored us. Even the fog helped to keep our secret."
"Where did you say you had the Banns published, Harold?" she asked, leaning her head against his shoulder.
"At a little village ten miles out of London, a place I never heard of before."
"All the better for us. But now that we are actually married you won't need to keep the secret much longer, will you, dearest?" she asked, casting a glance from her big brown eyes up to his face.
"Not a moment longer than I can help, darling. You know Sir George Head is my new commanding officer; and I want him to hear the news first from me."
"And what will he say?"
"As I told you before, Helen, he won't like it. There may be no written law, but there's an unwritten one in the army, that no officer can marry without his superior officer's consent, particularly if he has been off duty as long as I have. Still, that terrible wound I got at Badajos is in my favor; and he can't turn me off, whatever else he does."
"But he might make it very uncomfortable for you, Harold."
"Yes, and he can refuse to sanction your going with me to Canada."