They were to be married--think of that, my boy!--as soon as they got back to Scutari and found a British Consul and a priest or two to marry them.

"Then for God's sake," roared Jaffery, "let us trek to Scutari.

I'm fed up with playing gooseberry.

The Giant Gooseberry.

Ho! ho! ho!" So they shortened their projected journey and, making a circuit, picked up the motor-car--a joy and wonder to Liosha.