with the effort. She became conscious of a sudden savagery that
swept over Bob at her first surrender, and in revulsion fought
herself free from his embrace. He followed her, his eyes fierce,
his hot breath heavy with the fumes of wine; his clutch hurt her,
"By God!" he mumbled, thickly, "You are beautiful--beautiful. And
you're mine. She's mine, eh? No foolishness about that, is there?"
he appealed to Jim.

As they drew in toward the New York side the chauffeur inquired,
"Where to, now?"'

"Why, drive us--" Jim hesitated. There was a silence which Lilas
broke with a titter. The bridegroom joined her in an awkward
laugh.

"Never thought of that."

"Drive to the Charlevoix," Lorelei said, sharply.

"No women allowed there; it's a stag place," objected Bob.

"Of course! We'll take you home. It's all over now," she told him,
faintly.

"You can't get into no hotel without baggage," explained the
driver.

"That's right. No baggage, no money. Deuce of a way to get
married." Bob turned again to Jim, who solved the difficulty with
a word.