“Just so,” said the American, “my teeth had a narrow escape. What adventures they have had since we left Tiflis? Decidedly this journey has been less monotonous than I expected.”
“And,” added the major, “you were married on the way—unless I am mistaken!”
“Wait a bit!” replied the Yankee in a peculiar tone. “Excuse me; we are in a hurry.”
“We will not keep you, Mr. Ephrinell,” I replied, “and to Mrs. Ephrinell and yourself allow us to say au revoir!”
“Au revoir!” replied the Americanized lady, rather more dryly at her arrival than at her departure.
Then, turning, she said:
“I have no time to wait, Mr. Ephrinell.”
“Nor have I, Mrs. Ephrinell,” replied the Yankee.
Mr.! Mrs.! And not so long ago they were calling each other Fulk and Horatia.
And then, without taking each other’s arm, they walked out of the station. I believe he turned to the right and she to the left; but that is their affair.