"Well, we can go over the border into the English province--into Upper Canada," she answered.

"Don't you see?
It's only a few miles' drive to a village.

I can go over one day, get the licence; then, a couple of days after, we can go over together and be married.

And then, then--" He smiled.

"Well, then it won't make much difference, will it?
We'll have to fit in one way or another, eh ?" "We could be married afterwards by the Cure, if everybody made a fuss.
The bishop would give us a dispensation.