Jean . . . unless . . . unless you both do what you want . . . quickly. Sometimes I think they might do anything."
"You mean . . ." he began impatiently.
Olivia fell back upon that vague hint which John Pentland had dropped to her the night before. She said, "There was once an elopement in the Pentland family."
"You wouldn't mind that?" he asked eagerly. "You wouldn't be hurt . . . if we did it that way?"
"I shouldn't know anything about it," said Olivia quietly, "until it was too late to do anything."
"It's funny," he said; "we'd thought of that. We've talked of it, only Sybil was afraid you'd want to have a big wedding and all that. . . ."
"No, I think it would be better not to have any wedding at all . . . especially under the circumstances."
"Mrs. Callendar suggested it as the best way out. . . . She offered to lend us her motor," he said eagerly.
"You discussed it with her and yet you didn't speak to me?"
"Well, you see, she's different . . . she and Thérèse. . . . They don't belong here in Durham. Besides, she spoke of it first. She knew what was going on. She always knows. I almost think that she planned the whole thing long ago."
Olivia, looking out of the window, saw entering the long drive the antiquated motor with Aunt Cassie, Miss Peavey, her flying veils and her Pekinese.
"Mrs. Struthers is coming . . ." she said. "We mustn't make her suspicious. And you'd best tell me nothing of your plans and then . . . I shan't be able to interfere even if I wanted to. I might change my mind . . . one never knows."
He stood up and, coming over to her, took her hand and kissed it. "There's nothing to say, Mrs. Pentland . . . ex-
