witnesses could offer their congratulations. He pulled her away from
the yellow-haired housekeeper, who would have smothered her in an
embrace, and they departed without the customary handshake from the
officiating clergyman.

"You were not very cordial, dear," she said, as they rolled along
through the early winter landscape.

"Confound them all. I hated to see them near you"--and then, in answer
to her questioning gaze--"because I love you so much, darling. I hate
to see anyone touch you."

The trees were bare; the fields stretched away brown and flat, like the
folds of a shroud, and the sun was veiled by lowering clouds of gray.
It was not a cheerful day for a wedding.

"Lennox, did you remember that this is Friday? And I have on a black
dress."

"And now that Mrs. Lennox has settled the question of to wed or not to
wed, by wedding--behold, she is worrying herself about her frock and
the color of it, and the day of the week and everything else. Was
there ever such a dear little goose?" He pinched her cheek, and
she--she smiled up at him, her fears allayed.

"And why don't you ask where we are going, least curious of women?"

"I forgot; indeed I did."

"We are going to the White Rose Inn. Ideal name for a place in which