“No, intolerable! I will never be engaged to you again, Serena! The advertisement which I propose to send to the
Her eyes lit, but she said: “Ivo, how can I? It is not yet a year—”
“No, it is not a year, but even your Aunt Theresa will not think it improper if I add to the notice the information that we are spending our honeymoon abroad, and do not expect to be in England again until November. There will be no wedding festivities, and no bride visits. What we may choose to do while touring the Continent will offend no one.” He stretched out his hand imperatively, and she laid hers in it. His fingers closed on hers. “We will do better this time, Serena.”
“Yes,” she said, holding tightly to his hand. “We will do better, Ivo!”
