"'And your wedding day—'
"'Is set.'
"'May it have no interruptions,' I remarked.
"He laughed—an uneasy laugh, I thought—but jealousy was not yet dead within me.
"'And yours?' he inquired.
"'I have had mine,' I returned. 'I shall never have another.'
"He shook his head and looked at me inquisitively. I repeated my assertion.
"'I shall never approach the altar again with a woman. I am done with such things, and done with love.'
"He finished his laugh.
"'Wait till you see Marah Leighton smile again,' he cried; and with the first reappearance of his old manner that I had seen in him since the beginning of this interview, he caught up a wine glass off the table, and filling it with wine, exclaimed jovially: 'Here's to our future wives! May they be all that love paints them!'