"
"Looking at it that way, they haven't much to lose," I conceded.
"And no wedding cake," grieved Isabel, "and no reception at the house of
the bride's mother. And you can't have your picture in the _Queen_."
"There would be a difficulty," I said, "about the descriptive part."
"And no favours for the coachman, and no trousseau----"
"I wonder," I said, "whether, under those circumstances, it's really
worth while."
"Oh, well!" said Isabel.
"It's a night to Paris, and a morning to Dover," I said. "We will wait
for the others at Dover--I fancy they'll hurry--that'll be another day.
I'll take one _robe de nuit_, Isabel, three pocket handkerchiefs, one
brush and comb, and tooth brush. You shall have all the rest of the
bag."
"You are a perfect love," exclaimed Miss Portheris, with the most
touching gratitude.
"We will share the soap," I continued, "until you are married.
Afterwards----"
"Oh, you can have it then," said Isabel, "of course," and she looked at
the Castle of Rheinfels and blushed beautifully.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
"There was only one thing that disappointed me," Mrs.
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