Then she sobbed once and cried: "But, oh, this waiting's so dreadful! Never knowing what's going to happen and when--feeling that he's lying in wait all the time." "It is pretty awful," he said, drawing her more closely to him and kissing her.
She clung tightly to him, quivering.
"The only thing to do is to stick it out, and when the time comes--if it comes--put up a good fight.

I think we shall," he said in a cheering tone.
"Of course we will," she said firmly, gave herself a little shake, and relaxed her grip a little.
He kissed her again, and they were silent a while, both of them thinking hard.
Then he said: "Look here: let's get married." "Get married ?" she said.
"Yes.

The more we belong to one another the better we shall feel." "But--but won't there be rather an outcry at our marrying so soon ?" she said.
"Oh, if people knew of it, yes.

But I don't propose that they should.
We'll get married quite quietly.

I'll get a special licence.