"
"Get on with your courting then, lad!" said the Professor, pointing with
his stick in Halcyone's direction, while his wise eyes smiled. "I
suppose she will think you perfect in any case--it is her incredible
conviction!" And with this he shook his old pupil's hand again, and the
two men went their separate ways; John Derringham forgetful of even his
lame ankle as he rapidly approached his beloved.
She saw him coming--she had been thinking of him deeply in an exquisite
day-dream, and this seemed just the sequence of it, and quite natural
and yet divine.
She rose and held out both hands to him, the radiance of heaven in her
tender eyes. For she knew that all was well and joy had come.
And they spoke not a word as he folded her in his arms.
* * * * *
A week later they were married very quietly at the Embassy, and went
south to spend their honeymoon, leaving Mr. Carlyon to go back to
England alone. He was tired of wandering, he said, and sighed for the
comforts of the orchard house and his pipe and his Aristotle.
And Aphrodite went with the bridal pair, no doubt content.
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