stairs, put on my bonnet, and go back to mamma for ever. I could not bear to be the wife of a coward!"
"Oh, I'll go!" said Peter, in much alarm. "I said what I did out of consideration, not cowardice. But wouldn't to-morrow do as well, Sophia? It is late to turn out!"
"To-morrow will not do as well," she said: "fill up that cheque to-night, or you will lose me for ever!"
"There!" said Peter, as he scrawled off the cheque. "Are you satisfied now, Sophia?"
"I shall be when I see you present it."
"Er—yes," he said; "oh! I mean to present it—presently. I—I think I'll take a small glass of brandy before I go, my dear, to keep the cold out."
"As you will certainly be in a summer, if not tropical, temperature the next moment," she said, "I should advise you to take nothing of the kind."
"I say," he suggested, "suppose I find she has just jumped overboard—what shall I do then?"
"Do! Can you possibly ask? You will jump after her, of course!"
"It's easy to say 'of course,'" he said;
