"You're right," I replied. "Though George wouldn't be pleased at your way of putting it."
She made a pretty little gesture with her hands.
"Well," she said, "it can't be helped." Then she looked up smiling. "We must just forget all about it," she added.
I shook my head.
"I don't think we can do that," I answered. "You see, I want to go to Kerrin Island for part of our honeymoon."
She made a slight movement, but I went on without giving her time to speak.
"My dear heart," I said, "do you imagine that I'm going to let you go again unless you absolutely send me away from you?"
Coming up to her, I took her two hands, and, lifting them up to my lips, kissed them alternately.
She looked down on me with something very like tears in her eyes.
"You're a dear, Stephen," she said softly, "you're a dear; but—but it can't be."