"As for me," declared Nora, solemnly, "nothing shall make me go back to the Islands,—unless Mr. Stanbury should tell me to do so."
"And they start at the end of July?"
"On the last Saturday."
"And what will you do then, Nora?"
"I believe there are casual wards that people go to."
"Casual wards!" said Caroline.
"Miss Rowley is condescending to poke her fun at you," said Mr. Glascock.
"She is quite welcome, and shall poke as much as she likes; only we must be serious now. If it be necessary, we will get back by the end of July;—won't we, Charles?"
"You will do nothing of the kind," said Nora. "What!—give up your honeymoon to provide me with board and lodgings! How can you suppose that I am so selfish or so helpless? I would go to my aunt, Mrs. Outhouse."
"We know that that wouldn't do," said Caroline. "You might as well be in Italy as far as Mr. Stanbury is concerned."