"I want to tell you," she whispered, "that from now onward I'm Bill Donnington's Serf--much more than that poor brute I've told you of was ever the King's Serf.

For, after all, the King hadn't cut the rope, or blunted the edge of the hatchet----" "Bubbles!" he exclaimed.

"Oh, Bubbles, d'you really mean that ?" "Of course I mean it! What I gave I had, what I gained I lost, what I lost I gained." "What do you mean, darling ?" he whispered.
"I mean that the moment that stupid doctor allows me to get up--then you and I will skip off by ourselves, and we'll say, 'Hullo, here's a church! Let's go in and get married.'" She waited a moment, but Bill Donnington said nothing.

He only held her closer to him.
"In the night," went on Bubbles, "I was wondering if we'd be married in that strange old church near here, our church, the church with the animals.

And then I thought no, we wouldn't do that, for I am not likely to want ever to come back here again.