"That's what I wanted you to say."

"But until we are taken from this island to some place where there is an
altar, how can we be married, Hugh?"

"Now, that's something for you to think about. It's almost worried the
life out of me."

By this time they had reached the temple. She flung herself carelessly
into the hammock, a contented sigh coming from her lips. He leaned
against a post near by.

"I am perfectly satisfied here, Hugh," she said tantalizingly. "I've
just been thinking that I am safer here."

"Safer?"

"To be sure, dear. If we live here always there can be no one to disturb
us, you know. Has it ever occurred to you that some one else may claim
you if we go back to the world? And Lord Huntingford may be waiting for
me down at the dock, too. I think I shall object to being rescued," she
said demurely.

"Well, if he is alive, you can get a divorce from him on the ground of
desertion. I can swear that he deserted you on the night of the wreck.
He all but threw you overboard."

"Let me ask a question of you. Suppose we should be rescued and you find
Grace alive and praying for your return, loving you more than ever. What