"Very well, if that is your wish; and—Marie Celeste?"
"Yes."
"I hope you've forgotten about this morning. I lost my temper; I ought not to have spoken to you as I did."
"It's all quite forgotten," she assured him steadily.
His face cleared.
"That's good; I don't want the old lady to think things are wrong already."
Marie almost laughed. Wrong already! He spoke as if the scene in her room that morning had been the first storm to mar a honeymoon of otherwise complete happiness.
Chris let down the window with a run and looked out.
"Here we are!" he said cheerily. "And there she is at the window."
He waved his hand to Miss Chester, and turned to see about the luggage. Marie went on into the house.