"
"I shouldn't feel that I was properly married," said Bridget, "unless I
went to church."
"Then you will!" urged Colonel Faversham, half beside himself with
satisfaction.
"Please let me hear the whole scheme," she insisted.
"Don't you see," he explained, "you and I--my dear little wife--would
be off somewhere abroad. Anywhere you choose!"
"Italy," said Bridget. "We would travel through to Milan, then on to
Rome, Naples, Capri--Capri would be delightful."
"My darling!"
"But," she continued, "your plan is quite out of the question. I hate
anything resembling secrecy. Surely you don't imagine that if I
married you I shouldn't want every one to know."
"Why, naturally," said the colonel. "We should send Carrissima a
telegram from Paris. The point is that she wouldn't know what had
happened until we were out of reach. By the time we got back to
Grandison Square she would have learnt to take a sensible view of the
accomplished fact. So would Lawrence."
"Oh dear, you sound like a child who is bent on doing something he
ought to be ashamed of!"
"It's true you make me feel like a boy again," he admitted.
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