“Of course not,” said the girl, almost tearfully, “but they're not my cousins and he is, and that would have made it so much, oh, so very much different. I'm awfully frightened!” “Runaway couple,” commented Van Bibber. “Most interesting. Read about 'em often; never seen 'em. Most interesting.” He bent his head over an entree, but he could not help hearing what followed, for the young runaways were indifferent to all around them, and though he rattled his knife and fork in a most vulgar manner, they did not heed him nor lower their voices. “Well, what are you going to do?” said the girl, severely but not unkindly. “It doesn't seem to me that you are exactly rising to the occasion.” “Well, I don't know,” answered the youth, easily. “We're safe here anyway. Nobody we know ever comes here, and if they did they are out of town now. You go on and eat something, and I'll get a directory and look up a lot of clergymen's addresses, and then we can make out a list and drive around in a cab until we find one who has not gone off on his vacation. We ought to be able to catch the Fall River boat back at five this afternoon; then we can go right on to Boston from Fall River to-morrow morning and run down to Narragansett during the day.” “They'll never forgive us,” said the girl. “Oh, well, that's all right,” exclaimed the young man, cheerfully. “Really, you're the most uncomfortable young person I ever ran away with. One might think you were going to a funeral. You were willing enough two days ago, and now you don't help me at all. Are you sorry?” he asked, and then added, “but please don't say so, even if you are.” “No, not sorry, exactly,” said the girl; “but, indeed, Ted, it is going to make so much talk. If we only had a girl with us, or if you had a best man, or if we had witnesses, as they do in England, and a parish registry, or something of that sort; or if Cousin Harold had only been at home to do the marrying.” The young gentleman called Ted did not look, judging from the expression of his shoulders, as if he were having a very good time. He picked at the food on his plate gloomily, and the girl took out her handkerchief and then put it resolutely back again and smiled at him. The youth called the waiter and told him to bring a directory, and as he turned to give the order Van Bibber recognized him and he recognized Van Bibber. Van Bibber knew him for a very nice boy, of a very good Boston family named Standish, and the younger of two sons. It was the elder who was Van Bibber's particular friend. The girl saw nothing of this mutual recognition, for she was looking with startled eyes at a hansom that had dashed up the side street and was turning the corner. “Ted, O Ted!” she gasped. “It's your brother. There! In that hansom. I saw him perfectly plainly. Oh, how did he find us? What shall we do?” Ted grew very red and then very white.