"Miriam, right at this table I've got an idea. We can do it, Miriam; we
can do it if you're game."

"Do what?"

He flashed out his watch. "We've got two hours and twenty minutes before
she sails."

"Irving!"

"We have, dear, to--to get a special license and the ring and do the
trick."

"Why, I--"

"Two hours and twenty minutes to make it all right for you to stay back
with me. Miriam, are you game, dear?"

They regarded each other across the table as if each beheld in the other
a vision.

"Irving, you--you must be crazy!"

"I'm not, dear. I was never less crazy. What's the use of us having to
get apart after we just got each other? What's all those phony counts
and picture-galleries and high-sounding stunts compared to us staying
home and hitting it off together, Miriam? Just tell me that, Miriam."

"Irving, I--we just couldn't! Look at mamma and papa and Ray, all down