He led her across the road, through the District Railway Station and up Villiers Street to the Strand, and as they walked along he told her of his own fears. "You were frightened, too?" she said in astonishment.
"Not frightened," he replied, "only ... well, dubious!"
"Perhaps we'd better wait," she suggested.
"Oh, no, no. I should feel such a fool if I were to tell people we'd postponed our marriage because we'd both got scared about it!"
"It's better to feel a fool than!..."
"And anyhow I know that it's all right. I feel sure it's all right. When I walked along the Embankment before I met you, I became certain that I wanted you, Eleanor, and no one else but you. My dear, I'm terribly happy!"
"Are you?"
"Yes. Why, of course, I am. How can I be anything else when I shall be your husband this time to-morrow?"
They walked along Bond Street because they had discovered that Bond Street, when the shops are shut, is dark and quiet, and once they stopped and faced each other, and John took her in his arms and kissed her. "Sweetheart!" he murmured, with his lips against hers.
Then he took her to her club. "What a place for you to be married from!" he said, as he bade her good-night.