perfect bower within. Like a French maisonette. Darius had such original ideas. And so on.
When they got up to go, Fay said to me wistfully: "You haven't congratulated me, Bella."
What was I to say? The tears sprang to my eyes. Fortunately she considered that the emotion was suitable to the circumstances. "Oh, I want you to be happy! I want you to be happy!" I stammered.
The words did not please her. She withdrew herself from my arms somewhat coldly.
II
When the door closed behind them
"I want to marry him," said Fay quickly. "Very much. I suppose it's because he needs me so."
Mme. Storey's expression said: Hum! But she did not utter it. She asked when it was going to be.
"Soon," said Fay. "There's no reason for delay. It will be very quiet, of course."
"Of course," said Mme. Storey.