‘Never mind, darling. It is all arranged,’ said he. ‘We shall be able to marry in a few days.’
‘Not to-morrow?’
‘We can’t to-morrow. We have not been here quite long enough.’
‘But how did the people at Doctors’ Commons know that?’
‘Well—I forgot that residence, real or assumed, was necessary, and unfortunately admitted that we had only just arrived.’
‘O how stupid! But it can’t be helped now. I think, dear, I should have known better, however!’
1. VIII. ‘TOO LIKE THE LIGHTNING’
They lived on at the hotel some days longer, eyed curiously by the chambermaids, and burst in upon every now and then by the waiters as if accidentally. When they were walking together, mostly in back streets for fear of being recognized, Marcia was often silent, and her imperious face looked gloomy.
‘Dummy!’ he said playfully, on one of these occasions.