Well, Lucy's expression at that moment was worth a great deal more than the few thousands which her husband would see fit to borrow from the bank, and I couldn't but feel that there are moments when it is really worth while to be alive and rich.
"Wonder what made 'em change their minds?" said John.
"There's one thing sure," said Lucy. "You are not to look a gift horse in the mouth."
She unwrapped the photograph of Evelyn and put it back in its old place on top of the bookshelves.
"This settles everything, does it?" asked John. "We don't go back to New York?"
"We do not," said Lucy firmly.
"Well," said John, "I'd better see the bank before it changes its mind again. Is the buggy outside?"
"No, but you can take Archie's or Evelyn's. Can't he? I sent Cornelius Twombly to do some chores."
"I'll drive you down," said Evelyn, "having a telegram to send."
"And I'll stay and help Lucy unpack," I said. "Lord, people, I'm glad you're not going!"