"You swore that, if you did not marry me, no more would you ever marry any woman."
"If you would love me. Not if you would not. Besides, I had not seen my sweet wood violet then," he added, aggravatingly.
She turned upon him, her eyes flashing blue fire.
"I will be revenged!" she said.
"Be anything you like, my dear, only do not be melodramatic. It's bad form. Come, now, Rose, you have your house and your income. You are still young, and much handsomer than ever. Be happy, my dear. And now I really must leave you and run to the train."
"Go. I will not detain you. I came here only to tell you that I will be revenged. I have told you that and have no more to say."
She turned and went down the hill toward the cottage in the dell.
Mr. Fabian hurried to the train and sprang on board just as it began to move.
"Fabian! Oh, Fabian!" cried the alarmed bride, "you were almost knocked under the wheels!"
"All right, my dear little love. I am safe now," he laughed.