“Miranda, my love; it was Miranda. Never misquote Shakespeare; never even in your most confidential communications to your most intimate friends; never even in soliloquy and in solitude!” said Alexander, shaking his head in mock gravity.
“Indeed I wasn’t even sure it was in Shakespeare,” said Drusilla.
“And now to the dining-room. I think we have earned an appetite for dinner,” smiled Alexander, drawing her arm within his own, and leading her from the library.
This evening was spent in the drawing-room, where tea was served.
And so ended the second day of their bright honeymoon.
CHAPTER XV.
CLOUDLESS JOYS.
Oh, pleasant was her welcome kiss,
When day’s turmoil was o’er,
And sweet the music of her step,
That met him at the door.—Drake.