Then it was Bonair’s wrath waved high.
“Berry, darling, will you excuse me if I go out and swear a little outdoors? Oh, yes, I know I promised you never to swear again, but a reformed man must relapse at times, you know, and really this seems to me an occasion for profuse profanity!” he said grimly, to the beautiful creature who smiled tenderly at him and answered:
“But do not stay out long, dearest, or I will not forgive you breaking your promise to me.”
He was not absent very long, and when he returned, he said:
“On second thought I didn’t swear at all; I wrote my lawyer to bring suit against my father at once for the payment of my money.”
“Do not worry over it, dear. We have each other, and are happy as we are,” Berry answered, with a coaxing smile.
“Oh, yes, we are happy as we are, but our money will not last much longer, little one, and you have not been well lately, and we will need a lot of money for that sweet secret you whispered to me yesterday,” the young man answered, with a new, dignified gravity very becoming.
Berry’s lovely color deepened, and the glance of her brown eyes was simply adorable.
“But you know we must not travel about, now,” she murmured. “We must settle down and live quietly until June, you know, as the doctor said, so it will not take so much money to live as when we are always on the wing. We can take a tiny little house or a little suite of rooms, and keep house with one maid, don’t you see; or if we cannot afford the maid, why, I can do the cooking myself, you see. Do you know I can make tea and toast, and broil steak, and serve eggs in most any fashion, sir?” she added smilingly.
“I am very glad to hear it, but we need not come to that. I think we can have the little suite of rooms and the maid of all work. My lawyer will be glad enough to furnish me the means of subsistence while he is prosecuting my suit,” the young husband answered confidently.