The clergyman was not surprised, because the bridegroom was unknown to
him anyhow; but the little girl in spectacles, and Mr. and Mrs. Terhune!
Moreover, there were several things which startled Mildred. When they
had all got back to the cottage, and the bride had gone into the kitchen
for that noble cake, and Dacier had naturally followed her, she asked:
“Robert, why did you have a wedding ring in your pocket?”
“I have carried one there for some time, in case of emergencies,” he
answered promptly.
“And why did you have a license with your name in it?”
“Foresight,” he replied. “I got that as soon as I saw you.”
He had come around the table and put his arm about her shoulders, and
she looked up into his gay, audacious face.
“Robert,” she said sternly, “where is Will Mallet?”
“I don’t know,” he answered, “and I don’t care; but I don’t mind telling
you that I found out from the moonfaced little girl when he was
expected, and I met him at the railway station.”
“But--” she began indignantly--and stopped, because he was no longer
smiling. He looked--she was surprised at his expression--he looked like
a person pleasantly but firmly resolved not to be trampled upon; so all
she did was to kiss him.
MUNSEY’S
MAGAZINE
SEPTEMBER, 1923
Vol. LXXIX NUMBER 4