“You know—it’ll be forever—”
“Why, Thyrsis!” she exclaimed, in horror.
And so he started, and laughed uneasily. “It was just a queer fancy that came to me,” he said.
“But how could you!” she cried.
“Come, dearest,” he said, hurriedly—“it’s nothing. It seems so strange, that’s all.”
In the middle of the block they came to another church. “Unitarian!” he exclaimed. “Oh, maybe that’s just the thing!”
And so they went in, and found a friendly clergyman, Dr. Hamilton by name, to whom they explained their plight. They answered his questions—yes, they were both of age, and they had told their parents. Also, with much stammering, Thyrsis explained that his worldly goods amounted to eight dollars.
“But—how are you going to live?” asked Dr. Hamilton.
Thyrsis was tempted to mention the masterpiece, but he decided not to. “I’m going to earn money,” he said.
“Well,” responded the other, “I suppose it’s all right. I’ll marry you.”