She shuddered, and he drew the rug in closer about her.
"It's such a tiny house, Lucy; it would all go into this room."
"This room," said Lucy, "is much too large."
"There's only room for you and me in it."
"All the better, so long as there's room for me."
"And the walls are all lath and plaster. When Maddox is in another room I can hear him breathing."
"And when I'm in another room I shall hear you breathing; and then I shall know you're alive when I'm afraid you're not. I'm glad the walls are all lath and plaster."
"But it isn't a pretty house, Lucy."
"It will be a pretty house when I'm in it," said she, and was admitted to have had the best of the argument.
"Then, if you really don't mind, we shan't have to wait. Not a week, if you're ready to come to me."