"You must make him very happy, dear," she said.
"I guess we'll have a good time," returned Isabel, smothering a yawn.
"It will be lots of fun to go all over the country and see all the big
cities."
"I hope he will be successful," Madame continued. "He must be," she
added, fervently.
"I suppose we shall be entertained a great deal," remarked Isabel. "He
has written to Mamma, but she hasn't had time to answer yet."
"I can vouch for my foster son," Madame replied.
"It isn't necessary," the girl went on, "and I told him so. Mamma never
cares what I do, and she'll be glad to get me off her hands. Would you
mind if I were married here?"
Madame's heart throbbed with tender pity. "Indeed," she answered,
warmly, "you shall have the prettiest wedding I can give you. Your
mother will come, won't she?"
"Not if it would interfere with her lecture engagements. She's going to
lecture all next season on 'The Slavery of Marriage.' She says the
wedding ring is a sign of bondage, dating back to the old days when a
woman was her husband's property."
Madame Francesca's blue eyes filled with a sudden mist.
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