Richard that evening was gay almost to wildness. “O Agnes! Agnes! we have outwitted them, the fools! They thought they had conquered me, but you are mine, and I have won!”
He talked so disconnectedly, I thought he had taken too much wine. Indeed, to this he owned.
“I could drink flask after flask of it, I am so happy!” he exclaimed.
We were happy that night and drove home in the cool of the morning.
It was arranged that our marriage should for the present be kept private, as Richard thought if it were known it might disorganize my school.
CHAPTER XIV.
We had been wedded but two weeks when one morning Richard asked me to show him my deed of the property.
“How strange,” said he, as he looked it over. “Do you know, Agnes, before I wedded you I might have married many a woman of wealth, but I would not unite myself with a lady who would not honor me by giving me sole control of all her possessions.”
“Well, Richard,” answered I, laughing, “you can control mine if you like. It matters little to me who holds the deed, so long as my dominion over the young ladies is not invaded.”
“That is what I expected of your, loving nature, Agnes, and yet I suppose you would hesitate to convey your property to me.”