"They must manage life badly, mustn't they?"
"I remember mother and father; mother likes the idea of my getting married, but they used often to be nagging about something. Expenses, I think."
"All that I have will be yours, you love," said Osborn, with profound tenderness.
"But I shan't ask for it," said Marie, with a flash of intuition. "You don't know how careful I can be. It won't cost you much more than it does now; less, perhaps, because you won't always be dining at the club."
"But you'll come into town and lunch with me very often, shan't you, dearest?"
"Nearly every day."
"Hush!"
Osborn got out of the chair and sat on its arm; Marie remained alone in the cushioned depths, looking flushed and brilliant; and Mrs. Amber came in slowly.
"Marie, I want to show Julia your dress; or would you like to show it yourself?"
"Is it the dress?" Osborn asked, looking down on the top of Marie's shining head.