"My dear, everyone in this instance only means the handful of people who live in this out-of-the-way village.

Your name will not appear in the papers.

And even if by chance it does, you will soon be changing it for mine.

I think the best thing that can be done is for you to come with me to London next week and marry me.

Then we can go to the south of France for the rest of the winter, until you recover.