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.
"Then," John Derringham said, "you will be my wife by that time, sweetheart, and you will tell your aunts the truth, ask them to keep our secret, and say that you will return to them often, so that they shall not be lonely.

We will write it between us, darling, and I do not think they will give us away." "Never," returned Halcyone, while she looked rather wistfully towards the house.

"They are too proud." He dropped her hand for an instant; the unconscious inference of this speech made him wince.

She understood, then, that she was going to do something which her old kinswomen would think was a hurt to their pride, and so would be silent over it in consequence.