"Then you won't go to London, Arthur?" I said, when the first transport of tears and kisses had subsided.
"No, love,—unless you will go with me."
"I will, gladly," I answered, "if you think the change will amuse you, and if you will put off the journey till next week."
He readily consented, but said there was no need of much preparation, as he should not be for staying long, for he did not wish me to be Londonized, and to lose my country freshness and originality by too much intercourse with the ladies of the world. I thought this folly; but I did not wish to contradict him now: I merely said that I was of very domestic habits, as he well knew, and had no particular wish to mingle with the world.
So we are to go to London on Monday, the day after to-morrow. It is now four days since the termination of our quarrel, and I'm sure it has done us both good: it has made me like Arthur a great deal better and made him be-
