“Well,” said Jerome, “let me know the worst. When will that terrible interdict be removed?”
“When you can enforce the right by virtue of possession.”
“Heaven speed that moment!” exclaimed he, sighing audibly and mounting his horse. “When shall we meet again, Melville?”
“That rests with you.”
“Let me see, then. Not to-morrow, for at daylight we are off to Gale Bluff for the day. Not on Wednesday, for there’s a confounded picnic afoot for that day. I wish the man who invented picnics had been endowed with immortal life on earth and made to go to every blessed one of ’em! But on Thursday, Mell, I shall be in the meadow at the usual hour.”
“But I won’t!”
“Yes, you will, Mell.”
“Positively, I will not!”
“Nonsense. What is your objection? Where is the harm? The young ladies at the Bigge House entertain me out of doors.”
“Do they?”