"Yes, that's my plan."
"And my plan is that you marry me to-morrow morning."
"I had intended," Agatha answered reflectively, "to take an eight o'clock train."
"I suppose a later one will do."
"Very likely. But a wedding without a trousseau! I am equal to a trousseau now, you know. I have—or did have a little while ago—a fortune of twelve thousand dollars."
"I can't think," Forbes murmured, "of anything I should enjoy better than helping to select a trousseau—a little later."
"You know I'm responsible for Miss Finch," Agatha said breathlessly. "She's not going to be married after all."
"Miss Finch is a member of my family from now on."
"And Howard! It was all make-believe that he was a young friend of mine. He's really my darling brother."
"And mine as soon as you say the word. Dear little Miss Proteus," cried Forbes with a laugh that did not disguise the tenderness of his voice, "I'm afraid to let you out of my sight for fear you'll change into something else, a mermaid or a fairy, and be lost to me forever."