acquainted with the usages of society than you are" (deferentially).
Oh, the hypocrite! I knew she would succumb to that, and so did he. If it had not been for that disgustingly polite speech, I felt that she would have decided in favor of the trip, as she had already confided to my care a list of commissions which I was to execute for her in Paris.
"You are right, Arthur," she said, promptly. "Honeymoons are becoming obsolete in the best society. There is something extremely bourgeois about them to my mind." There was not the faintest remembrance of the commissions in her tone. Her foible had been touched. Arthur was triumphant, but he looked rather doubtfully at me. He evidently did not want me to think that he was positively averse to a honeymoon.
"Where do you propose going after the wedding?" asked mamma.
"To Tavistock Villa, Kew." was his rejoinder.
"Of course you will not receive for several months?"
"Oh, no—no—," impatiently, "we shall
