“Wait two years, or get a guardian and obtain his consent.” And Cupid turned firmly back to the papers on his desk.
They went out into the corridor and, finding a bench in a windowed recess, dropped helplessly down on it while Ralph gave voice to his personal opinion of the state law.
“Swearing isn’t going to help, Ralph,” said Paula decidedly. “Now we’ve got to consider everything.”
“But the old fool—when I haven’t a soul who could raise the least—”
“Yes, dear. Now suppose we take up each possibility in turn. It’s half-past twelve, and there isn’t a train back till five-twenty, too late to head off my letter to father.”
“Oh, it would be too flat!”
“And yet we don’t know a soul in this city, and we can’t stay here unmarried.”
“I was a beast, an ass, to get you into such a mess. Perhaps some sort of a minister could marry us without a license. I know they do in some states.”
“Go ask him.” But he came back dejectedly.