Then they sat down and talked the matter over. "I must leave you," said
Quincy, "and only see you occasionally, and then usually in the presence
of others, unless--"
"Unless what?" cried Alice, and a sort of frightened look came into her
face.
"Unless you marry me at once," said Quincy. "I don't mean this minute;
say Wednesday of this coming week. I have a license with me I got in
Boston yesterday morning. We'll be married quietly in this little room,
in which you first told me that you loved me. We could be married in a
big church in Boston, with bridesmaids, and groomsmen, and music on a
big organ. We could make as big a day of it as they did down to
Eastborough."
"Oh, no!" said Alice; "I couldn't go through that. I cannot see well
enough, and I might make some terrible blunder. I might trip and fall,
and then I should be so nervous and ashamed."
"I will not ask you to go through such an ordeal, my dearest. I know
that we could have all these grand things, and for that reason, if for
no better one, I'm perfectly willing to go without them. No, Alice, we
will be married here in this room.
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