“My poor darling!” She put her arm around his neck—then their trembling lips met.
Harry was the first to speak. “All that you have gone through brings us closer together than anything else in life possibly could, Patience. I am so proud of you and so down on myself that I ever let you out of my sight—”
“You must not be down on my—”
“Say it, dear! I want to hear my sweetheart say the word.”
“I was going to say ‘my dearest,’ but I’ll say,—if you want me to,—my—my husband.”
“You dear, sweet wife!” responded Harry.
After a few moments Harry observed that they were being taken farther than he had directed the man to go. The boarding-house was rather close to town. He found that they were well on the north side, nearing the quarter of his father’s house. He called to stop the driver, but the man remained deaf to his efforts, except to increase the speed, and presently drew up at the Boland mansion.
“How dare you bring me here?” Harry demanded, stepping out of the car to remonstrate.
“Orders! I ordered you where I wanted you to go. Here, if you need two fares for one job, you swindler! Hold on—”