“Oh, that would be a pleasant surprise for them!”
“Then we shall bring it about. What a lovely morning! Don’t you think so, Kate?”
As Herbert put this interrogatory, he glanced out through the open jalousies.
There was nothing particularly fine about the morning—at least, for Jamaica, but Kate saw with Herbert’s eyes; and just then, to the eyes of both, everything appeared couleur-de-rose.
“Indeed, a beautiful morning!” answered the young wife, glancing inquiringly towards her husband.
“What say you, then, to a little excursion, à pied?”
“I should be delighted, Herbert. Where do you think of going?”
“Guess now!”
“No—you must tell me.”
“You forget. According to Creole custom, our honeymoon is to last for twelve months. Until that be terminated, you are to be master, sweet Kate. Where would you most like to go?”