"
"But wad that be a true marriage?" she asked, scarcely able to credit
what he told her. "Wad I get marriage lines?"
"Oh, yes. It would be legal, and you'd get marriage lines. Now what do
you say?"
"I dinna like the thocht o' no' tellin' my mither. Will I hae to gang
away, an' no' tell her?"
"Oh, you must not tell anyone," he replied quickly. "No one must know or
all our plans will go crash, and we'll both be left to face the shame of
the whole thing. So you must not tell."
"Mither will break her heart," she broke in again with a hint of a sob.
"She'll wonder where I am, an' worry aboot me, wi' nae word o' me! Am I
just to disappear oot o' everybody's kennin' altogether? Oh, dear! It'll
break my mither's heart," and she cried again at the thought of the pain
and anxiety which her parents would experience.
So they sat and talked, he trying to soothe and allay her anxiety and
she, at first openly skeptical, and then by and by allowing herself to
be persuaded.
All this time they had been too engrossed in their own affairs to notice
how the wind had risen and that a storm was already breaking over the
moor. Then suddenly realizing it, they started for home.
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