“And what then?” questioned the girl.
“Then? Why, a marriage with me the moment you’ll give me ay.”
“But I care no more for you than I do for Mr. Hennion; and even—”
“But I’ll make you care for me,” interrupted Jack, ardently.
“And even if I did,” concluded Janice, “you yourself helped to teach me what the world thinks of elopements.”
“Ah, don’t let—don’t deny—”
“No, once for all; and release me, sir, I beg.”
“Not till you swear to me that this accursed wedding is not to take place till Thursday.”
“Of course not.”
“And where is it to be?”