"—motto: Sayle and Return."
"Doctor!" shouted Jack, shaking him, "when you 've quite done, we want to get married; and you 've got to get a licence!"
The boy and girl were leaning excitedly across him. They spoke alternately and breathlessly.
"Because," said Marjolaine, "we 're in a dreadful hurry and Maman won't hear of it—"
"And my father wants me to marry Caroline Thring, which is wicked—"
"And of course I'll never do it, and it's no use asking me, but—"
"We're going to be married anyhow, and if you don't help we shall run away—"
"And you would n't like to be the cause of our doing that, would you?" She had slipped to her knees.
"And we love each other—" Jack also was on his knees, facing her.
"Very, very dearly!" they both concluded. And to the horror of the learned Doctor, their lips met.