‘Good morning,’ he said; and repeated the same words to Nicholas more mechanically.
‘Good morning,’ she replied gravely. ‘Mr. Bealand, I have a serious reason for asking you to meet me—us, I may say. We wish you to marry us.’
The rector’s gaze hardened to fixity, rather between than upon either of them, and he neither moved nor replied for some time.
‘Ah!’ he said at last.
‘And we are quite ready.’
‘I had no idea—’
‘It has been kept rather private,’ she said calmly.
‘Where are your witnesses?’
‘They are outside in the meadow, sir. I can call them in a moment,’ said Nicholas.
‘Oh—I see it is—Mr. Nicholas Long,’ said Mr. Bealand, and turning again to Christine, ‘Does your father know of this?’