"Pray, don't go yet," said Arthur, who was loth to part with his
pupil. "You surely do not dine till three, and I have already
ordered lunch. Here it comes," and he pointed to the door where
Phillis stood, bearing a huge silver salver, on which were wine
and cake and fruit of various kinds.
"Grapes," screamed Edith, as she saw the rich purple clusters,
which had been put up for winter use by poor, discarded Mrs.
Johnson. "I really cannot go till I have some of them," and as
there was no alternative Richard sat down to wait the little
lady's pleasure.
He did not care for lunch, but joined in the conversation, which
turned upon matrimony.
"It must be a very delightful state," said Edith, "provided one
were well matched and loved her husband, as I am sure I should
do."
"Supposing you didn't love him," asked Grace, "but had married him
from force of circumstances, what then?"
"I'd kill him and the circumstances too," answered Edith.
"Wouldn't you, Mr. St. Claire?"
"I can hardly tell," he replied, "not having matrimony in my mind.
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