"You know I wouldn't," Mollie answered, blushing beautifully at her new name; "but, then, you're different."
"How, Mollie?"
"Well—well, you see I hate Doctor Oleander, and I don't hate you."
"You like me a little, Mollie, don't you? Ah, my darling, tell me so. You know you never have yet."
And then Mollie put her two arms round his neck, and held up her lovely, blushing face.
"Dear, dear Hugh! I love you with all my heart! And the happiest day of Mollie's life is the day she finds you are Mollie's husband!"
They were back in the carriage, driving through the golden mist of the sunny afternoon slowly back to the city. Side by side, as happy lovers sit, they sat and talked, with—oh, such infinitely blissful faces!
"And now," said Mollie, "what are we going to do about it? It will never answer to reveal this horrid little romance of ours to all the world."
"Nor shall I. The world has no right to our secrets, and the Reverend Raymond Rashleigh will go to his grave with his little mystery unsolved. But we will be married again, openly and before the world, and you, Mrs. Ingelow, will be under double obligation, because you will have promised to love, honor and obey twice."