"Not permanently, I hope?"
"I am going to be married, Doctor."
"Wh-e-e-w-w!"
Marion laughed till all her dimples came into view.
"To whom, in the name of wonder?"
"To a clergyman, a country parson."
"Just like you. I might have known no other man would have dared aspire. Well, tell me all about it. You'll ask me to the wedding, of course. Is he presentable, in person, I mean?"
"You shall have a chance to judge for yourself, Doctor. I will tell you one thing about him. He has recently declined a call to a large church in London, with a generous salary, preferring to remain with his country flock; and when they offered to make the support received from them equal to the other rather than to lose him, he declined that, too, insisting that there would be so many calls for money in connection with church work that he preferred they would give that way."
The Doctor laughed. "I see he has found out the method to gain your confidence. Where is the parish? I shall expect an invitation to visit you and hear your parson preach."
"When I have a home of my own, Doctor, you will always be welcome."