"Oh, no, we won't. We'll settle this now."
"Look, darling, don't you trust your future husband? Then—"
"Don't evade, Martinus. You're as slippery as a Byzantine lawyer."
"In that case, I suppose I'd take a chance on my immortal."
"Oh, but, Martinus!" she cried cheerfully. "How stupid of me not to see the answer before! You shall instruct your messenger, if he finds her alive, to poison her! Such things can always be managed discreetly."
"That is an idea."
"It's the obvious idea! I'd prefer it to a mere divorce anyway, for the sake of my good name. Now all our worries are over." She hugged him with disconcerting violence.
"I suppose they are," said Padway with an utter lack of conviction. "Let's continue our lessons, dearest." He kissed her again, trying for a record this time.
She smiled up at him and sighed happily. "You shall never kiss anyone else, my love."
"I wouldn't think of it, princess."