'I remember only one,' he said, looking at me in a very embarrassing way, 'and by George, she cut that one short! But I give it up—the wedding present; I can't guess, and I don't care specially, so long as you come along with it.'
'I shall come with it, and in it, if the faithful Johnson will steer me,—it's going to be a new motor!'
'Well, you owe it to me, Virginia,' he cried with enthusiasm, 'for mine isn't worth a brass farthing at this moment. I knew before I had been at Grey Tor twenty-four hours that it was going to be knocked into smithereens, but I hadn't the pluck to take it or myself out of harm's way. Now we are both done for!'
'Which do you prefer?' I asked,'your old motor or me?'
'You, with a new one,' he answered unblushingly. 'We'll take our wedding journey in it, shall we? Early this autumn would be a good time.'
'And mamma and Cecilia and Mrs. MacGill can follow behind with Greytoria.'
'I don't mind their trying to follow,' Archibald responded genially, as he lighted his pipe, 'so long as they never catch up; and they never will—not with that little brute!'
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