We shall go to Italy for the honeymoon and need
not hurry back until we--well, say until we quarrel."
"In that case we shall live in Italy for the rest of our lives,"
said Lucy with twinkling eyes; "but we must come back in a year
and take a studio in Chelsea."
"Why not in Gartley? Remember, the Professor will be lonely."
"No, he won't. Mrs. Jasher, as I told you, intends to marry
him."
"He might not wish to marry her"
"That doesn't matter," rejoined Lucy, with the cleverness of a
woman. "She can manage to bring the marriage about. Besides, I
want to break with the old life here, and begin quite a new one
with you. When I am your wife and Mrs. Jasher is my
step-father's, everything will be capitally arranged."
"Well, I hope so," said Archie heartily, "for I want you all to
myself and have no desire to share you with anyone else. But I
say," he glanced at his watch; "it is getting towards nine
o'clock, and I am desperately hungry. Can't we go to dinner?"
"Not until Mrs. Jasher arrives," said Lucy primly.
"Oh, bother--!"
Hope, being quite exasperated with hunger, would have launched
out into a speech condemning the widow's unpunctuality, when in
the hall below the drawing-room was heard the sound of the door
opening and closing.
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