“Well, the tickets and hotel bills––” he began.
“But, Don, dear,” she protested mildly, “I don’t expect you to pay my expenses.”
“I wish to Heavens I could, and go with you!”
“We had planned on June, hadn’t we?” she smiled.
“On June,” he nodded.
She patted his arm.
“Dear old Don! Well, I think a fall wedding would be nicer, anyway. And Dolly has an 149 English cousin or something who may have us introduced at court. What do you think of that?”
“I’d rather have you right here. I thought after the season here I might be able to see more of you.”
“Nonsense! You don’t think we’d stay in town all summer? Don, dear, I think you’re getting a little selfish.”
“Well, you’d be in town part of the summer.”