"We have waited long enough, my dear.

We have after all no one but ourselves to please.

I should like our marriage to take place as soon as possible." Sylvia answered him without affectation.
"I, too," she whispered.
"To-morrow then! I'll get a special license to-morrow morning, and make the arrangements.

We can go away together at once." Sylvia smiled, and the smile deepened into a laugh.
"Where shall we go, Hilary ?" she cried.

"To some perfect place." "To Chamonix," he answered.