"Don't talk flippantly, please. I think it better to wait until
to-morrow, George, before you do anything rash. I want to see
something of the country. I want us to take a little journey together
to-morrow, and then, out in the country, not in this grimy, sooty city,
we will make arrangements for our marriage."

"All right, my dear. Where do you intend to go?"

"While you have been wasting your time in getting information relating
to matrimony, I have been examining time-tables. Where I want to go
is two or three hours' ride from here. We can take one of the morning
trains, and when we get to the place I will allow you to hire a
conveyance, and we will have a real country drive. Will you go with me?"

"_Will_ I? You better believe I will. But you see, Katherine, I want to
get married as soon as possible. Then we can take a little trip on the
Continent before it is time for us to go back to America. You have never
been on the Continent, have you?"

"Never."

"Well, I am very glad of that. I shall be your guide, philosopher, and
friend, and, added to that, your husband."

"Very well, we will arrange all that on our little excursion to-morrow."


NINTH DAY.