"But poor men," said Gerald, smiling.
Mrs. Pelham Odin shook her fan at him. "I could mention the Continent again," she said, smiling, "but as it was necessary that Mavis should have peace and quiet after all her trials, poor dear, I forgive the apparent rudeness. What are you going to do now?"
"We are going to repair the Pixy's House and live there."
Mrs. Pelham Odin gave a little scream. "Then don't ask me to come and see you. Two murders--for Mrs. Berch murdered her daughter as well as that poor Italian woman--and three corpses. Ugh! Why, the house will be haunted."
"Not at all," said Gerald tartly. "We can live there with a clear conscience, and the evil influence of the place will depart when good people dwell there."
"Meaning yourself, my dear boy. How modest!"
"I was rather thinking of Mavis, with her pure mind and----"
"There, there!" Mrs. Pelham Odin got rather restive, as she didn't like to hear any woman but herself complimented. "You are a six months' old husband----"
"I shall be a lover all my life." And Gerald kissed his wife.
"My Fairy Prince." And Mavis kissed Gerald.