“Yes.”
“Is there any minister you prefer?”
“No,” carelessly.
“Then we will go to the rectory of All Souls’ Church; it is only about two blocks from here. Doctor Meade is a friend of mine, and will make no difficulty about performing the ceremony. Then we will write out the notice we desire for the morning papers, and he will have it sent to the offices while I take you to my home.”
They paused at the steps of the rectory, and he said, tenderly:
“It is not too late to draw back yet, Viola.”
“There is no drawing back for me!”
And the newspapers next morning gayly chronicled the elopement.
“SOCIETY BELLE ELOPES.