"I don't think I quite love you, after all; you've never put on your uniform yet when you've come to see me. I suppose I'm not worth all that trouble, though."
"I will next time," he said,—"for our wedding-day."
"Our what?"
"Sit down and I'll tell you."
"Won't your horse run away?"
"Who could run away when you're in sight, Violet?"
"That's quite nice. They say things like that in a novel."
She sat down beside him, and they two watched the black horse smelling the local grass with an air of disparagement.
"It's very silly of you to marry a Blackguard, Violet."
"I never said I would."