"The day after to-morrow, Aunt Ellen," said Arthur decisively; "that will give me to-morrow for further inquiries in town, the day after for our journey, then on the day following, if at all possible, I shall start for the Continent."
"Well, well," said Aunt Ellen, good-humoredly, "you young people have taken the law into your own hands, so all I have to do is to submit." And thus the matter was arranged to the mutual satisfaction of the cousins.
[CHAPTER XVI.]
A STORM.
There's somewhat in this world amiss,
Shall be unriddled by and by.
The sultry afternoon was closed by a stormy evening. As Arthur and Adèle sat together in the library—for Mrs. Churchill, who was herself at a large dinner-party, had been graciously pleased to leave them alone together in this coziest corner of the comfortable house—the clouds began to gather and a moaning, sighing wind to sweep up the street.
"There is going to be a storm," said Adèle with a little shiver; "close the curtains, like a good old fellow, and come to tea."
"Don't you like storms, Adèle? I thought you were so brave."
"Sometimes, but not to-night."