“Or the fulfilment of the engagement to marry.”
“I think it is time,” interrupted Blue Tie, “for me to be allowed to say a word or two. You and I, cousin, belong to a family that has held its head pretty high. You have been brought up in a section of the country very different from the one where our branch of the family lived. Yet both of us are Carterets, even if some of our ways and theories differ. You remember, it is a tradition of the family, that no Carteret ever failed in chivalry to a lady or failed to keep his word when it was given.”
Then Blue-Tie, with frank decision showing on his countenance, turned to Miss De Ormond.
“Olivia,” said he, “on what date will you marry me?”
Before she could answer, Black-Tie again interposed.
“It is a long journey,” said he, “from Plymouth Rock to Norfolk Bay. Between the two points we find the changes that nearly three centuries have brought. In that time the old order has changed. We no longer burn witches or torture slaves. And to-day we neither spread our cloaks on the mud for ladies to walk over nor treat them to the ducking-stool. It is the
