"If you have no objection," he answered—"have you the least shadow of an objection?"
"Not a shadow of a shadow," I said.
"Well, then," he resumed, bashfully, "what do you think of August? It is a pleasant month, and would give us time for that trip to Switzerland, you know. Not any sooner, because of your poor mother; and later, if you like that better."
"Not a day later," I said; "my father has been married again these four months."
Yet I felt a little sore for my mother's memory. How quickly it was fading away from every heart but mine! If I could but go to her now, and pour out all my troubled thoughts into her listening, indulgent ear! Not even Olivia herself, who could never be to me more than she was at this moment, could fill her place.
CHAPTER THE FORTY-FIFTH.
FULFILLING THE PLEDGE.
We—that is, Dr. Senior, Lowry, and I—made our examination of Foster, and held our consultation, three days from that time.