“Yes, but——”
“That settles it. You can’t honeymoon by yourself, can you?”
She thought him delightfully ridiculous. But a faint misgiving persisted:
“About your novel,” she began,—and he laughed and said:
“Well, what about it?”
“When will you begin again?”
“How long will our honeymoon last?”
“That isn’t fair——”
“Yes, it is. How long, Eris?”
She laughed at his absurdity: “Forever, with me,” she said. “So you might as well begin work now as later.”