Don't give him a thought."
"Don't you think we'd better talk it over with Mr. Derby? He
discreetly disappeared when he saw it was you."
"Right! Let's hunt him out. By Jove, we can have him marry us right
here,--great!"
"No," she cried firmly, "it MUST be in a church." He could not move
her from that stand.
"Oh, if we could only get across that confounded river!" scolded Joe,
as they went off in search of Derby.
Windomshire was slowly reconciling himself to the fact that Eleanor
loved Dauntless, but he could not get it out of his head that she
still expected to marry as her mother had planned.
"See here, Anne, it's all very well to say that she loves Dauntless.
Of course she does. But that isn't going to prevent her from marrying
me. I don't believe she was running away with him, don't you know. He
was simply following her. That's the way these Americans do, you know.
Now, the question is, won't she think it odd that you and I should
happen to be doing almost the same thing?"
"To be sure she will," said Anne, coolly. "She has a very bad opinion
of me. I'm sure she doesn't believe you expect to marry me.
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