So we've been sitting out there on a park bench ever since." There was one particular word of Jack's explanation that drummed against Mrs.De Peyster's ear.
"We ?" she ejaculated.

"We ?" Then she noticed that another shadowy figure had drawn nearer in the dark.

"Who--who's that ?" "Mary," was Jack's prompt and joyous answer.
"Mary! Not that--that Mary Morgan ?" "She used to be.

She's Mary de Peyster now." "You're not--not married ?" "To-day," he cried in exultation.

"We slipped out to Stamford; everything was done secretly there, and it's to be kept strictly on the quiet for a time." He bent down close to Mrs.De Peyster's ear.
"Don't let Mary know how mother objected to her; I haven't told her, and she doesn't guess it.