“It is your wish, sir, that I should be married—soon?” said Alvar, coolly and deferentially.
“Why—October was mentioned from the first, wasn’t it?” said Mr Lester, with a sort of taken-aback manner that made Cheriton smile.
“Yes,” said Alvar. “If that is your desire, and Mr Seyton approves, I should wish it.”
“Why—why—haven’t you settled it all with Virginia?”
“I did not think one should trouble a lady with those matters, nor did I wish to marry while my brother might need me.”
“That was very good of you; but I hope by that time to be in London,” said Cherry, decidedly, and with a look, conveying caution.
Alvar was silent for a moment, and then said, with what Cheriton called his princely air,—
“I shall then marry in October, and I will take my wife to visit my friends and my—other country.”
“Why, yes; that would be very proper, no doubt; and I think you once told me that you wished to take a house in London.”
“That would be good luck for me,” said Cherry, by way of encouragement.