There would be no more partings—no more dreary months and weeks during which she would never see him. He was her very own—forever!
He seemed conscious of her gaze, for he looked up.
"Tired?" he asked
"No."
"Hungry, then? You ate no lunch."
"Oh, I did. I had ever such a lot."
16 "We'll have a good dinner to-night, and some champagne." he said.
"Yes." Marie had never tasted champagne until her wedding lunch to- day, and she did not like it, but to please Chris she would have drunk a whole bottleful uncomplainingly.
For their honeymoon they were going to a seaside town on the East Coast.
"Wouldn't it be nicer in Devonshire or at the lakes, Chris?" Miss Chester had asked timidly, but Chris had answered: