Again she sat silent, keeping the smile upon her lips.
"Where are you going?" she asked by and by. "We went to Bournemouth. We had such a delightful time..."
"Our plans are uncertain," said Rokeby.
"That means you are going to hide."
"For a while we are; no letters; no telegrams; no intrusions of any kind. Just us. See how marriage takes a hardened bachelor!"
"And a hardened spinster!" Julia chimed.
"I do hope," Marie repeated, "that you'll be very happy. When will you come back?"
"Early next month," said Julia.
"Perhaps," Rokeby qualified.
"And the first thing we do," said Julia affectionately, "will be to come and see how our Marie is, left all alone without us."