"Ask Geoff to look it up in the time-table for you," she suggested. "Certainly. Where is it you want to go to?" "Saint--Saint--it's Saint somewhere," and Philia again peered into her letter. "St. Andrews." As the young man left the studio to find the time-table, she came close to Evarne, a broad smile of triumph on her genial countenance. "Well, now, ain't I bin and gorn and done well? Ain't I a fine hactress? Didn't the stage lose a shinin' light when I took up Hart as a profession? Ain't I got a fine invention too? Didn't I ought to 'ave written books? Ain't I been wonderful sharp? Pity I ain't a beastly lawyer." Evarne seized both the old woman's hands in a somewhat frantic grip. "Oh, my dear, I shall never forget what you've done for me. I'm saved. Thank God--thank God!" "Keep quiet, duckie. It's not quite done yet. You've got to prevent 'im from tellin' the snake till after it's over." "I know, but Heaven is on my side." In a few moments Geoff returned with a slip of paper in his hand. "See here, I've written down times and station, so you'll have no difficulty. We must go away for a honeymoon, mustn't we, Evarne?" "Of course. I shouldn't feel that I'd been legally married without that," she declared promptly and gladly. "You'll help her pack, then, and look after her generally, won't you, Mrs. Harbert? Do you know of anything she wants? If so, tell me." "There's nothin' as I knows of as won't wait until Thursday, when yer can git it for 'er yerself," declared Philia. "Please don't talk about me as if I wasn't present," remonstrated Evarne. "You run away now, Philia. By the way, Geoff, you must come to supper with me to-night. It will be the last real opportunity I shall have of playing genuine hostess to you. Think of that!" He naturally agreed, whereupon Evarne and Philia indulged in a brief whispered debate concerning the _menu_ for the evening meal. At length the old dame took her departure, thoroughly well satisfied with her own hitherto unsuspected cleverness. CHAPTER XL A FRESH COMPLICATION Immediately they were alone Geoff seized Evarne by both hands, and holding her at arm's length, surveyed her from head to foot, as if for the first time. "Evarne, Evarne! to think that by to-morrow evening you will be my wife! Can you realise it? I hardly can." "I'm not going to try," she asserted. "It doesn't do to make too certain of anything in this world. Perhaps we shan't be able to get a special licence." "Oh, it's quite simple. A friend of mine was married by that means. We have to make solemn affidavits that there is no legal impediment. Then it is essential that the ceremony shall take place in the parish where one of us has lived for a certain length of time. You won't mind being married in church?" "Oh no."