“Let me down! Oh, do let me down!” Lucia begged. “Tony, pleeease! They’ll be in here in a minute.”
He released her, only to snatch her to him again when both were on their feet.
He held her close. “You’ve got to answer, you know. Do we leave England——”
“Oh, yes. All right, all right! but haven’t you forgotten something?” He felt laughter shake her body.
“Forgotten something?” he said. “No, don’t think so.”
She drew his face down to hers. “Don’t we get married at all?” she whispered.
“Hell!” said Anthony. “I’d forgotten that. Damn it! That means we can’t go until Monday.”
They heard footsteps outside. Lucia wriggled free, her face flaming.
The door burst open. “Here we are!” said Deacon, enormous in the doorway. “The return of Crippen. Most affectin’!” He advanced into the room. “First: Gethryn, thank you.” He stretched out a big hand and crushed Anthony’s.
Dora, entering in a rush, fell upon her sister. “Loo! Loo!” she cried, “we’re going to be married! Soon!”