“I agree with you, sir,” said Mr. Lilburn, “and should think it well for you to carry her away to some place unknown to the unnatural man, till he wearies of his search and goes back to Mormon-land.”
“Then, if the plan is approved by my wife and others, I will go at once for the Dolphin, and we will sail or steam away to-night with the bride and groom,” said the captain. “We can visit Mount Desert and whatever other points we please along the whole coast between this and our city, making occasional calls here if we like, and go home when we wish and are satisfied that the danger there is over.”
“Oh, by all means let us go!” said Violet: “nothing could be more delightful.”
“And Herbert and I will drive in at once for a minister to perform the ceremony,” said Harold, taking up his hat. “Have you any choice, Marian?”
“I know none of them but the one to whose preaching the rest of you have been listening, and who kindly called to see me the other day,” she replied with a blush.
“Then we will go for him,” returned Harold. “But stay a little, Harold,” said his mother; “dinner is just ready, and you will have time enough afterward.”
The summons to the table came at, that moment and all answered it promptly.
At the conclusion of the meal the captain, Harold, and Herbert drove into the city—the first to see that all was right with the yacht and order it brought that afternoon to the landing nearest the house, the other two in search of a minister to perform the ceremony that was to unite Marian and the doctor for life.
“Now,” said Rosie as soon as they were gone, “we must help the bride dress. Come, mamma and Violet, your help will be needed, for it is well known and freely acknowledged that you both have excellent taste.”