Mrs. van Geist came flustering out to the carriage.
"You and Briggs may get out here, Jarvis. There, that's for you, and that's for Briggs—and thank you both very much!"
"Child, child! what does it mean?"
"Mr. Bines is my husband, Mütterchen, and we're leaving for the West in the morning."
The excitement did not abate for ten minutes or so. "And do say something cheerful, dear," pleaded Avice, at parting.
"You mad child—I was always afraid you might do something like this; but I will say I'm not altogether sure you've acted foolishly."
"Thank you, you dear old Mütterchen! and you'll come to see us—you shall see how happy I can be with this—this boy—this Lochinvar, Junior—I'm sure Mrs. Lochinvar always lived happily ever after."
Mrs. Van Geist kissed them both.
"Back to Thirty-seventh Street, driver."
"I shall want you at seven-thirty sharp, to-morrow morning," he said, as they alighted. "Will you be here, sure?"