The story ends at the Fultons’ house a few weeks after this. Luncheon was over and Cyril had poured himself out a glass of port and pushed the decanter towards Evan. The Hattons were to leave Millport in ten days after Teresa’s wedding and move into their new home. Even Mr. Price was satisfied that there was no hanky-panky about the appointment his son had made, and Evan’s prospects were bright. He and Evangeline had been to lunch and the children were to go afterwards for a drive with Susie. David was also there.
“Well, here’s luck,” said Cyril. “Luck to marriage and all it may mean to a girl. Isn’t that it, Sue?”
“I will drink the health in my cup of coffee, I think, dear,” said Susie. “Hadn’t you better send the wine down to this end of the table? David may like to reply with some idea that is a little brighter.”
“I am not sure that I won’t drink Mrs. Potter’s health,” said David. “May I, Dicky?”
“Yes, do,” she said eagerly. “And you do really mean it, don’t you?”
“Yes, of course I do,” he answered. “Where’s the difficulty?”
“No, there isn’t any, I know,” said Teresa. The door was pushed gently open and Ivor came in. Nurse stood in the doorway holding young Susan.
“I shall be ready in about twenty minutes,” said Susie. “I must be at the bank before it shuts. Would you like to walk up and down a little, in the garden, Nurse, and get what sun there is till the car comes?”
The little party went out and Evan got up to watch them from the window. “How they do wrap that child up,” he observed to Evangeline. “Just look at the forest of shawls in that thing. I am sure it is not good for her.”