"It would be a highly interesting achievement, Mr.Chase, if it were only borne out by facts.
You see, I have not been married so much as three minutes." He stared at her, uncomprehending.
She went on: "Do you consider it bad luck to postpone a wedding ?" Involuntarily he drew his horse closer to hers.

There was a new gleam in his eyes; her blood leaped at the challenge they carried.
"Very bad luck," he said quite steadily; "for the bridegroom." In an instant they seemed to understand something that had not even been considered before.

She looked away, but he kept his eyes fast upon her half-turned face, finding delight in the warm tint that surged so shamelessly to her brow.

He wondered if she could hear the pounding of his heart above the thud of the horses' feet.
"We are to be married in June," she said somewhat defiantly.

Some of the light died in his eyes.