I've been married over a month." There was no doubting the face with which it was said.

Miriam sat staring, utterly confounded.
"Good heavens! Married! You never mean it, Mollie ?" "I do mean it.

It's an accomplished fact, Mrs.Miriam Dane, and there's my wedding-ring." She held up her left hand.

Among the opals, and pearls, and pale emeralds flashing there, gleamed a little circlet of plain gold--badge of woman's servitude.
"Married!" Miriam gasped, in indescribable consternation.

"I thought you were to marry Sir Roger Trajenna ?" "So I was--so I would have, if I had been let alone.