“It won’t. He’ll bear a charmed life, just to plague you,” retorted her friend with conviction. “You bloodthirsty little beast!” she added.
“The worst I wish him,” said Darcy tearfully, “is an honorable military death.”
“Oh! Is that all! You’d have to go into deep mourning.”
“That’d be better than suicide. And I can’t see anything else for me to do if he lives through. I won’t confess to that Maud-cat! I won’t! I won’t! I won’t!”
“I don’t blame you. But when are you to be married?”
“Uncertain. That’s the advantage of having a fiancé at war.”
“You must make it after the double wedding,” decided Gloria. “Just for curiosity, how did you describe him?”
“I’ve rather dodged that, so far. But I think I’d like to have him tall and slender and with nice, steady, friendly eyes, like Mr. Remsen.”
“So would Monty, doubtless,” surmised Gloria.
“Who?”