"Now then, off we go, over 'brake, bush and
scaur,' and good-bye to Doctor Oleander and the trip to Cuba!"
Obedience was not very hard in this instance. Miss Dane snugged up nice
and close to Mr. Ingelow, and felt very comfortable indeed. As for him,
there was a glow of happiness about his heart like the halo round a full
moon. They would have been satisfied, just then, to sit side by side and
drive along in a glory of moonshine forever and ever.
"Where are we going?" Mollie asked once.
"To the city--to New York."
"Oh! I know. But where?"
"Wherever you please, Miss Mollie. That will be Mr. Walraven's, I
presume?"
"But--"
Mollie hesitated.
"What?" he said, in surprise. "Don't you want to go home?"
"Very much, Mr. Ingelow. It isn't that."
"Well, what is it, then?"
"Mr. Ingelow, you'll think me very silly, I dare say; but I don't want
to go up there in a matter-of-fact sort of way at day-break to-morrow
morning, in this double buggy, with you and Mrs. Sharpe. I should
like--how shall I say it?--a little _coup de th??tre_!"
"Oh! I understand," Mr.
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