"BY JOVE!" HE CRIED, "THAT IS MY FRIEND PURDY."
Arthur danced about the room when he read this comforting letter. Adelaide looked up from a novel in which she had been absorbed.
"Why, whatever is the matter with you," she cried, "you dear old goose?"
"Never mind the dear old goose," said Arthur. "Let us have a waltz round the room, you dear young darling!"
A waltz they had, and they made some glasses on the table jingle so that a chambermaid knocked at the door, and asked whether her services were required.
"Not at all," replied Arthur, in very indifferent German. "I am only giving madame a lesson."
At the end of which lesson Arthur related to his bride what it was that had been disturbing him. How she pitied him! The tears ran down her pretty face as she took his between her little hands, and gave him kisses which he returned with interest. Of that you may be sure.
"Oh, Arthur," said Adelaide, with the fondest of looks, "I am glad I married you; because, you know, you do want someone to look after you."