His wife had told me that I made a bad beginning when I signed the wrong name in the marriage register.

Shall I own it?
My pride shrank from acknowledging, before the honeymoon was over, that his wife was right.
In two hours more we were on the railway again.

Ah, what a contrast that second journey presented to the first! On our way to Ramsgate everybody could see that we were a newly wedded couple.

On our way to London nobody noticed us; nobody would have doubted that we had been married for years.
We went to a private hotel in the neighborhood of Portland Place.
After breakfast the next morning Eustace announced that he must leave me to attend to his business.

I had previously mentioned to him that I had some purchases to make in London.