“But you’re young, too,” he reminded her.
“I’m older than you are,” she said.
“I suppose that you aren’t any more settled than I am, and that’s why you hesitate,” he said grimly.
“Now that’s unworthy of you,” she cried; “and I have a good mind—”
But the direful words were never spoken, for she was in his arms again—close in his arms; and, as he kissed her with a delicious sensation that it was all too good to be true, he whispered, laughing:
“I always meant to lord it over my wife, so I’ll begin by saying: ‘Have it your own way, as long as I have you.’”
Mrs. Rosscott laid her cheek back against his coat lapel, and looked up into his eyes with the sweetest smile that even he had ever seen upon even her face.
“It’s a bargain,” she murmured.
Chapter Twenty-One
The Peace and Quiet of the Country
Along in the beginning of the fall Aunt Mary began suddenly to grow very feeble indeed. After the first week or two it became apparent that she would have to be quiet and very prudent for some time, and it was when this information was imparted to her that the family discovered that she had been intending to go to New York for the Horse-Show.