“She looked at me reproachfully.
“‘Do you think I would ever marry again?’ she said. ‘No! I would take our marriage ring, and some little souvenir connected with you, leave your fine house, and go with my brother to some poor home in a foreign country, where the memory of our past happiness would be my solace!’
“I shook my head.
“‘You will not do that,’ I said, ‘you will be the mistress of all my fortune, after my death!’
“‘Oh, no!’ she exclaimed.
“‘Oh, yes!’ I responded, laughing; ‘and, to make every thing certain, I am going to draw up my will this very day, leaving you every thing which I possess in the world.’
“Her face suddenly flushed.
“‘How can you think of such a thing!’ she said. ‘I did not know how much you loved me!’
“You will understand, my dear Surry, that those words did not change my resolution. When I left her I went home, and wrote the will in due form, and on my next visit she asked, laughing, if I had carried out my absurd resolution.
“‘Yes,’ I said, ‘and now let us talk of a more interesting affair—our marriage!’