e was cast, felt almost
fainting; but Harry's strong arm was round her, and in less than a
quarter of an hour these two youthful lunatics were as securely and
irrevocably married as though the ceremony had been performed by an
archbishop in full canonicals. The gold circlet was on her finger, with a
pearl one to guard it--of no great value, for Harry was aware there would
be sundry demands on his ready money. Bluebell, of course, could have no
luggage, and he had put himself in the hands of a patronizing lady in an
outfitting establishment, and procured her a small stock of necessaries.
He had received his pay, and not long since a liberal cheque from Lord
Bromley; so the "sinews of war" were not wanting for the present. They
drove straight from the register office to the station, and were in the
train and far on their journey before Bluebell had the least idea where
they were going to; indeed, if she had known, she would scarcely have
been wiser, all places in England being equally strange to her.

Dutton, rapturously in love, now that his schemes were successful, was in
a state of exulting happiness almost overwhelming to Bluebell, secretly
oppressed with a sense of the irrevocable. She even caught herself, when
they stopped at stations, wishing that some one would get in. Very
different was the first-class carriage from the long cars, containing
sixty or seventy persons, that she had previously travelled in. But yet
there were four vacant seats, which in spite of the rush for places,
continued unoccupied. Now and then their door was hastily clutched by
some passenger, but a guard seemed invariably to turn up and bear the
individual away to another carriage. About three o'clock they stopped at
a very small station, where only one or two persons got out.

"Here we are, Bluebell," cried Harry, grasping rugs, sticks, and
umbrellas, and throwing them to the porter.

She sprang up and looked around with intense interest. They were nearing
her first _pied-a-terre_ as a married woman. But the journey was not yet
ended, and they transferred themselves to a fly, in which an old grey
horse waited sleepily.

"Lucky I thought of ordering it," said Harry; "it is the only one here,
of course."

"Harry!" cried Bluebell, rubbing her eyes, as if only just thoroughly
awake, "have you got a house? Where in the world are we going to?"

"I couldn't think why you didn't ask that before, you little fatalist,
taking it all in such a pr