“Not over,” she answered, “just beginning. We stay at Blake House for two weeks, and then papa wants us.”
Mr. Herbert acquiesced. He had given in to her conditions, and he knew what she did not or pretended not to believe, that he loved her with all his soul. He would go with cheerfulness to Lady Blake’s, anything to prolong the honeymoon, and he hoped Lily would forget her proposed arrangement when they returned to town. That oblivion might descend on her mind he prayed!
After their visits they went back to London.
They arrived one morning about twelve, and drove to her flat in Sloane Street, he had his luggage sent to his rooms which were two streets further on.
“I think we might take a larger flat,” he suggested. “It would be cheaper and less trouble.”
She laughed and answered:
“By and by. You remember our bargain? We are not to grow tired like other people or to see too much of each other—enough of each other.”
“And so one of us is to be always miserable,” he said.
“Isn’t it better?” she asked. “Isn’t anything better than for either of us to be tired?”
There were tears in her eyes.