’Oh, daddy,’ I giggled, as we wandered out into the summer night, ’I haven’t laughed so much for years. _Who_ is Porky, and why and when did you bet him ten bob?’ ’He was my fag at Eton, Meg, and I bet him ten bob he’d never be a Bishop.’ ’Have you paid him yet?’ ’I’ve given him six and tenpence on account, little ’un. Why, he’s only a colonial.’ ’Oh, daddy! you really are a poppet; you’re much too nice to be a parson; whatever made you want to go into the Church?’ ’I didn’t want to, Meg. He made me.’ ’What, that man, the Bishop of Ligeria?’ ’No, _The Man_, the Bishop of my soul, darling.’ ’Oh, father!’ ’Didn’t you know that I was once going into the army, Meg? It seemed to me then, as now, the only conceivable thing to do, as the Fotheringhams have always been soldiers. But I found that HE had other views about it, and I had to chuck it up at the last minute. My father was so furious with me that he chucked me out.’ ’Oh, daddy!’ ’And I have felt lately that there is something else I am required to do, and I don’t want to do it. Sometimes I think that this pleasant Devonshire life is not the one to which I am to be allowed to ’settle down.’ ’And yet you like Him, father?’ ’And yet I "like Him," Meg, but, oh, I really don’t think I can let you be married in the morning. I shall have to get Porky to say the bit of the service that really matters, for I shall be tempted to leave it out.’ And although father laughed as he said it, yet, from the struggle in his face, I seemed to understand suddenly that my marriage was for him only another ’bit of harness’ which had been ’hewn’ away. But why?’ Then Michael met me at the gate at half-past ten. ’There’s a little cottage high up on a Cornish cliff, Meg.’ ’How interesting,’ I said. ’It’s rather a sweet place for a day or two.’ ’Oh, really?’ ’And after that a bit of sea, which will be smooth’—(but _will_ it?)—’and a long journey, till we come to a little village where two men will be sitting on a wall waiting for me, _and then_ the mountains for my honeymoon, my Paradiso!’ You see, I am to have a quite unusual wedding tour. There is to be no dallying with love beside a rippling and sequestered waterfall, alone with Michael, who, at intervals, would strain me to his heart. _No_, there will always be those two young men with us who are going to strain my muscles all the time. I am going up a ’chimney’ for my honeymoon. I have had an ice-axe for a wedding present and a most amazing pair of boots If I love and honour Michael, and obey him and the other two young men, I may _even_ go up the wrong side of a mountain some day! ’It all depends!’