Chapter XXXIV.
AFTER THE WICKED WEDDING.
"And I no friends to back my cause withal,
But the plain devil and dissembling looks.
I have him, but I will not keep him long."
"Did you tell the coachman where to drive?" inquired the bride, as the carriage rolled rapidly through one of the principal streets of the city.
"Yes, dearest," answered the infatuated bridegroom. "I told him to drive to the Asterick, where I am stopping, and where I have had elegant rooms prepared for your reception. Do you think I could have forgotten anything in which your comfort was concerned?"
"No, I am sure you could not; but—" She hesitated a moment, and then added: "I wanted to go somewhere else."
"My love—my love, you shall go where you please. After we have got to our rooms at the Asterick, and refreshed and rested ourselves, we will consult about where to go and spend a pleasant fortnight together," he answered, affectionately.
"Yes; but I don't want to go to the Asterick just yet."
"Where then? I will go anywhere you wish."
"You know I did not come to this city alone."