She averted her eyes and blushed. Jack drew her to a lonely bench near the moat, and they sat down.
"I will tell you why I ask," he went on. "I got a letter this morning from a man who wants to buy my Academy pictures. He offers a splendid price—more than I hoped for—and I will put it aside for our honeymoon. Life is short enough, and we ought to make the most of it. Madge, what do you say? Will you marry me early in September? That is a glorious month to be abroad, roaming on the Continent—"
"It is so soon, Jack."
"To me it seems an age. You will consent if your father does?"
"Yes, I will."
"And if he refuses?"
The girl nestled closer to him, and looked into his face with laughing eyes.
"Then, I am afraid I shall have to disobey him, dear. If you wish it I will be your wife in September."
"My own sweet Madge!" he cried.
All his passionate love was poured out in those four little words. He forgot the past, and saw only the rich promise of the future. There was a lump in his throat as he added softly: