They smiled at each other across the little table. Then, glancing down, she transferred her attention to what was on her plate.
"But, of course, if we weren't to part for a month--or more--it would be different."
"True, oh, queen! And suppose we were to marry!"
"I don't think I'd mind."
"I'm pretty nearly sure I shouldn't."
"That's very sweet of you to say so. Only--there's dad!"
"There's very much dad!"
"He can forbid my seeing you, and that kind of thing, if he pleases; and if he finds out that I've been disobedient he'll make himself extremely disagreeable. Still, I fancy I could manage him. But if I were to marry you against his wishes, I don't believe I'd ever get another penny from him, living or dead; and as you have no immediate promise of becoming a millionaire, that would be awkward for both of us."
"It would. All the same, don't you think it would be comfy if we were secretly engaged--in the event of anything happening to him?"
class="normal""What's going to happen?"