FRANK.

Saturday! Saturday! Saturday! oh, how I am longing for Saturday,
when I shall see you again! We will go on Sunday and hear the banns
together.



CHAPTER III--THE OVERTURE CONCLUDED



St. Albans, June 14th.

Dearest Frank,--What a dreadful thing it is to have your name shouted
out in public! And what a voice the man had! He simply bellowed
'Maude Selby of this parish' as if he meant all this parish to know
about it. And then he let you off so easily. I suppose he thought
that there was no local interest in Frank Crosse of Woking. But when
he looked round expectantly, after asking whether there was any known
cause or just impediment why we should not be joined together, it
gave me quite a thrill. I felt as if some one would jump up like a
Jack-in-the-box and make a scene in the church. How relieved I was
when he changed the subject! I sank my face in my hands, but I know
that I was blushing all down my neck. Then I looked at you between
my fingers, and there you were sitting quite cool and cheerful, as if
you rather liked it. I think that we shall go to evening-service
next week. Papa has given up going altogether since the new organist
came. He says he cannot face the music.