They did not, however, return at all. Next morning the post brought from them the news that they felt too sad to find Harrogate congenial now, and that they would rather be at home. They were going back to Beckenhampton the "day after to-morrow." It meant that her precious hours here were numbered. She showed the letter disconsolately to Murray. "I shall have to go this afternoon," she said. "I don't see what for--I don't see why you should be dragged away at a minute's notice. You're not a child to be 'sent for.'" "Oh, I must go," she sighed; "I _must_ get there before them, to see to things." They stood together in the hall--the hall that he knew would look so pathetically blank to him this afternoon. "We haven't had long, have we?" he said. "How I'm going to hate everybody in this hydro when you've gone!--the people that mention you, and the people that don't mention you; every single one of them; because I shall be missing you in every second and they'll all be chattering and scandalmongering just the same. When shall I hear from you? You'll tell them as soon as you see them--you won't put it off, even for an hour? Oh, my darling, don't think I'm not alive to all that's beautiful in you, but"--he tried to smile--"you _are_ a little bit of a coward where they're concerned, aren't you? Keep remembering you're free to do as you like. If they aren't pleased, they can be displeased. You haven't got to ask their permission. It's a perfectly simple statement-you're' going to marry me.' They haven't a shadow of right to complain. If you'll remind yourself of that, it'll make it smoother for you.... I wish we could have had a day together first--away from all this crew, I mean. Couldn't you make it to-morrow instead? We'd have a car and go somewhere. Couldn't you, Belle?" "I can't," she said wistfully. "It'd be heavenly. But I can't. I ought to go upstairs and pack now." "All right, little woman," said he; "I don't want to make it worse for you. Go along, then. I may see you off, mayn't I? And I'll 'phone at once about your passage on the boat. And I'll come to Beckenhampton the instant you send for me. And we're to be married by special licence next week. Oh, isn't it great! And then your new life begins--the laughter life, the girl life. I'm going to wipe out that troubled look they've put in your eyes--I'm going to make you self-willed, make you tyrannise over me." "Tyrannise over the Judge! Wouldn't it be a shame?" she laughed. "What a reward for you!" "I don't know," he said; "I believe I'd like it--it's time you did a little tyrannising. I can't kiss you, darling, because somebody's coming down the stairs, but look at me and let's pretend!"