"Is my bride going to leave me so soon?" he whispered, fondly.
"Yes; but she will come back when you come to New York for her," answered Leonora, with a blush and a smile.
"That will be in a very short while, then. But why go at all, darling? Couldn't we be married right away?"
"Without my trousseau? No, sir, thank you. Besides, my aunt and I have some business to attend to in New York, and I want her to see my native land and appreciate it."
"When may I come after you, then, my darling? In September?"
"Oh, dear, no!"
"October?"
"No, indeed—that is, I will ask Aunt West," demurely.
"I shall not wait a day longer than October, miss. Do you hear that?" he says, laughing, but in earnest, for he says to himself, thoughtfully, "The darling has no one but Mrs. West to take care of her, and the sooner she is married and settled, the better for her."
"You begin to play the tyrant soon," laughs the happy betrothed.