But he was there waiting for her, in the bright sunlight, and she
thought him the perfection of what a man should look in his well-cut
gray flannels.
John Derringham knew how to dress himself, and had even in his oldest
clothes that nameless, indescribable distinction which seems often to be
the birthright of Englishmen of his class.
The daylight made her timid again; she was no more the imperious goddess
of the night. It was a shy and tender little maiden who nestled into the
protecting strong arms of her lover.
He told her all his plans: how he had given notice for the license, and
that it would be forthcoming. And he explained that he had chosen
Bristol rather than Upminster because in this latter place everyone
would know the name of La Sarthe--even the registrar's clerk and whoever
else they would secure as a witness--but in Bristol it might pass
unnoticed.
They discussed what should be done about Cheiron and the old ladies, and
decided that when to apprise the former of their marriage must be left
to John's discretion; and as Halcyone would not be missed until the
evening, they would simply send two telegrams from Bristol in the late
afternoon, one to Miss La Sarthe and one to Priscilla, the former
briefly to announce that Halcyone was quite safe and was writing, and
the latter asking her old nurse not to let the old ladies feel worried,
and promising a letter to her, also.
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