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.

Annesley chose Devonshire. She said she would like to show it to Knight.

"I think you'll love it," she told him. "We might stay at several places
I used to adore when I was a child. And if we get to Sidmouth, maybe
you'll have a glimpse of those cousins you were talking about, the
Annesley-Setons. I believe they have a place near by called Valley House;
but I don't know whether they live there or let it."

"We'll go to Sidmouth," he said.

The girl smiled. His desire that she should scrape acquaintance with Lord
and Lady Annesley-Seton seemed boyish and amusing to her, but she did not
see how it could be brought about.

Next morning at eleven o'clock, when Annesley had been up for two
hours, packing her new things in her new trunks and the gorgeous new
dressing-bag, she was informed that Mr. Nelson Smith had arrived.
The girl had forgotten that Knight had hinted at something to tell and
something to show her on the morning of their marriage day, and expected
to find his two friends with him; but he had come alone.