And in the intensity of her submission to the common lot she saw down the years the end of what had now begun--herself lying quiet and blessed, in the last sleep, her dead hand in Marsham's.
* * * * * "Why must we go home ?" he said, discontentedly, as he released her.

"One turn more!--up the avenue! There is light enough yet!" She yielded weakly; pacifying her social conscience by the half-penitent remark that Mrs.Colwood would have said good-bye to her guests, and that--she--she supposed they would soon have to know.
"Well, as I want you to marry me in six weeks," said Marsham, joyously, "I suppose they will." "Six weeks!" She gasped.

"Oh, how unreasonable!" "Dearest!--A fortnight would do for frocks.

And whom have we to consult but ourselves?
I know you have no near relations.

As for cousins, it doesn't take long to write them a few notes, and ask them to the wedding." Diana sighed.
"My only cousins are the Mertons.