"
She caught her breath at that, and her hand tightened its hold on his.
But she walked on with him.
He said, presently, "You understand, don't you?"
She answered, "Oh, my dear!--yes." But she added, a little shakily, "I
wish we had a magic-carpet right here, that we could fly home on."
Then they walked a while in silence.
At last he said: "There's this we can do. I can go back to my hotel
to-night, and tell them that I'm expecting you--that I'm expecting my
wife to join me there. To-morrow? And then I can come and get you and
bring you there. It's not home, and it's not the place I'd choose
for--for a honeymoon, but ..."
The way she echoed the word set him thinking. But before his thoughts
had got to their destination she said:
"Shall we make it a real honeymoon, Roddy--make it as complete as we
can? Forget everything and let all the world be ..."
He supplied a word for her, "Rose-color?"
She accepted it with a caressing little laugh, "... for a while?"
"That's what I was fumbling for," he said, "but I can't think very
straight to-night.
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