"How long have you been married?" asked Rose, as she obeyed.
"Three weeks; and this is our bridal tour. We depart for Paris in two days. You know Frank has had a fortune."
"I don't know anything. Do tell me all about it—your marriage and everything. I am dying of curiosity."
Mrs. Doctor Danton seated herself in a low chair, with Reginald Stanford's first-born in her lap, and began recapitulating as much of the past as was necessary to enlighten Mrs. Stanford.
"So he saved Eeny's life; and you nursed him, and fell in love with him, and married him, and his old uncle dies and leaves him a fortune in the nick of time. It sounds like a fairy tale; you ought to finish with—'and they lived happy forever after!'"
"Please Heaven, we will! Such real-life romance happens every day, sister mine. Oh, by-the-by, guess who was at our wedding?"
"Who?"
"A very old friend of yours, my dear—Monsieur Jules La Touche."
"No! Was he, though? How did you come to invite him?"
"He chanced to be in the neighbourhood at the time. Do you know, Rose, I should not be surprised if he accomplished his destiny yet, and became papa's son-in-law."