He might perhaps
be able to get them at Newmarket.
So the bride sat crying in one corner of the carriage; and the bridegroom
sulked in the other, and he feared her as only a bridegroom can fear.
Presently, however, a feeble voice was heard from the bride's corner
saying:
"Dearest Theobald--dearest Theobald, forgive me; I have been very, very
wrong. Please do not be angry with me. I will order the--the--" but the
word "dinner" was checked by rising sobs.
When Theobald heard these words a load began to be lifted from his heart,
but he only looked towards her, and that not too pleasantly.
"Please tell me," continued the voice, "what you think you would like,
and I will tell the landlady when we get to Newmar--" but another burst
of sobs checked the completion of the word.
The load on Theobald's heart grew lighter and lighter. Was it possible
that she might not be going to henpeck him after all? Besides, had she
not diverted his attention from herself to his approaching dinner?
He swallowed down more of his apprehensions and said, but still gloomily,
"I think we might have a roast fowl with bread sauce, new potatoes and
green peas, and then we will see if they could let us have a cherry tart
and some cream.
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