"Unless you're going to be conventional and
refuse to see me till we 'meet at the altar,' as the sentimental writers
say. I think I've heard that's the smart thing. But I hope it won't be
your way. If I didn't see you from now till to-morrow afternoon I should
be afraid I'd lost you for ever."
Annesley felt the same about him, and told him so. They dined together,
but not at the Savoy. The Countess's name was not mentioned, yet Annesley
guessed it was because of her that Knight proposed an Italian restaurant.
When he left her at last at the door of her own hotel everything was
settled for the wedding-day and after. Knight was to produce two friends,
both men, to one of whom must fall the fatherly duty of giving the bride
away. He suggested their calling upon her in the morning, while he was
with her at the Savoy, in order that they might not meet as strangers at
the church, and the girl thought this a wise idea.
As for the honeymoon, Knight confessed to knowing little of England,
outside London, and asked Annesley if she had a choice. Would she like to
have a week or so in some warm county like Devonshire or Cornwall, or
would she enjoy a trip to Paris or the Riviera? It was all one to him, he
assured her; only he had set his heart on getting back to London soon,
finding a house, and beginning life as they meant to live it.
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