Burns had said little thus far, but as he glanced over his shoulder at the now distant lights of the city he suddenly spoke low, out of the quiet:
"We"re out of reach of everything and everybody; n.o.body even knows the road we"re taking. We"re all alone in the world together. You can"t think what that means to me. I"ve lived nine years at the call of every soul that wanted me: hardly a vacation except for study. A fortnight seems pretty short allowance for a honeymoon; we"ll take a longer one when we go to Germany in the fall. But--for two weeks--"
He looked down at her in the April starlight. He bent to finish the statement, whatever it might have been, upon her lips, for speech failed him. Then, with a happy laugh, he gave the Green Imp her head.