"I think the want of it a far greater one," says Herbert, ruefully.
"At any rate," continues Beatrice, "I am determined to put an end to this state of things; we must take the law into our own hands."
"Am I to wait for you in a carriage and pair at the corner of Eaton Square in the middle of the night?" inquires Herbert, grimly.
"No; don't be foolish; people don't do things now-a-days in the way our grandmothers did. I shall go to morning service one day at some out of-the-way church, where you will meet me with a licence in your pocket; it will be the simplest thing in the world."
"And afterwards?"
"Afterwards I shall go home to lunch."
"And what am I to do?"
"Oh! you will come back here, I suppose."
"I don't think that will be very amusing," objects the bridegroom elect, dubiously.
"No; but then we shall be really married, and when we know that no one can part us, we shan't mind waiting; and then, some day, after about six months or so, I shall confess to papa, and there will be a terrible scene, ending in tears on my part, and in forgiveness on the part of my parents. Once the deed is done, you see, they will be forced to make the best of it; and, of course, they will not allow us to starve. I think it is a very ingenious plan. What do you think of it, Herbert? You don't look very much delighted at the idea."