dissolve it. Septimus agreed that in these circumstances it must be a
capital marriage. Then the solicitor offered to see the whole matter
through and get him married in the course of a day or two. After which he
dismissed him with a professional blessing which cheered Septimus all the
way to the Ravenswood Hotel.




CHAPTER XI


"Good heavens, mother, they're married!" cried Zora, staring at a telegram
she had just received.

Mrs. Oldrieve woke with a start from her after-luncheon nap.

"Who, dear?"

"Why, Emmy and Septimus Dix. Read it."

Mrs. Oldrieve put on her glasses with faltering fingers, and read aloud the
words as if they had been in a foreign language: "Septimus and I were
married this morning at the Chelsea Registrar's. We start for Paris by the
2.30. Will let you know our plans. Love to mother from us both. Emmy."

"What does this mean, dear?"

"It means, my dear mother, that they're married," said Zora; "but why they
should have thought it necessary to run away to do it in this