"Why," she stammered, blushing and hesitating, "don't you think,--
wouldn't it seem more appropriate if a matron was"--Her voice failed
utterly. She flung her arms convulsively about her lover's neck, and
drew his ear close to her lips. "Surely, now, John, dear," she
whispered, "we could afford to"--
She finished with a kiss.
"If you can put up with me, darling," he answered her, with a mighty
hug; "we'll be married in a week, or, better still, in a day."
"I think in a month will do," responded Mistress Milly, demurely,
sitting up to blush with decorum.
XXXI
PARTED OUR FELLOWSHIP.
Othello; ii.--1.
The news of the collapse of Princeton Platinum stock, which Dr. Wilson
had given Arthur on Saturday night, proved to be somewhat premature. On
Sunday it was decided at the club, where the matter was discussed in a
cold-blooded and leisurely fashion, that the whole scheme had gone to
pieces; and of course this decision was accompanied by the statement,
in various forms, that everybody knew that there was nothing
substantial behind the certificates. On Monday, however, the stock took
an unexpected rise, and for two or three days held its own with a
firmness which greatly encouraged its holders.
Fenton had bought the bulk of his shares at two and seven-eights, and
still held them, notwithstanding the rumors of disaster in the air.
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