"Why, yes, you dear old goose, you! I never intended to be anything else. You might have known that I'd be your wife, without making such a fuss about it," said Gipsy.
"And Sir George, Gipsy?"
"Oh, poor fellow, I gave him his coup de conge last night, and he set out for England this morning."
"Oh, Gipsy, my dear, you're a pearl without price!" exclaimed Archie, in a rapture.
"Glad to hear it, I'm sure. And now do go away, Archie, and don't bother me any longer; for I must pack up my things and start for home to-morrow."
"You little tyrant! Well, I am to accompany you, mind."
"Just as you please—only do leave me."
"Little termagant! Accept this ring as a betrothal gift."
"Well, there—put it on, and for goodness' sake clear out."
With a glance of comical despair, Mr. Rivers took his hat and quitted the house.