"
"You can't say that of Carrissima!"
"No, no, a dear girl," he replied. "But a little sarcastic at times.
I detest sarcasm. I won't allow it. But no man can control a woman's
face. I can see Carrissima's smile," he added, taking out his
handkerchief and mopping his forehead.
"How ridiculous," said Bridget, "to make yourself so uncomfortable on
my account."
"Let him laugh who wins!" cried Colonel Faversham. "If they think I'm
a fool--well, I don't want to be wise. Of course, there's one way----"
"What is that?" asked Bridget.
"I don't know whether you would put up with it," said the colonel.
"Why," he suggested with eager eyes on her face, "why in the world
shouldn't we keep it to ourselves?"
"How would it be possible?" she said, with a thoughtful expression.
"Trust me for that," was the answer. "There are few things I can't do
when I make up my mind. Admit the principle, and everything else is
easy! Keep it dark, you know. In the first place you've got to
promise to be my wife. We don't breathe a word to any living being.
Then one fine morning we go out and get the knot tied: at a registry
office, a church, anywhere you like.
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