"
"Well, if we are all married next Wednesday, we shall have time to get
to New York easily on Saturday morning."
"Then I will get uncle to arrange with papa Errol, and to summon the
Captain and auntie and Sylvanus."
"Oh yes, and Bigglethorpe and Bangs, and old Mrs. Hill. I would like to
have Ben here, too, if you wouldn't mind, Marjorie."
"We shall have everybody, and leave here on Thursday morning, to get you
well on the sea."
Mr. Terry came to ask if Mr. Coristine didn't think the least draw of a
pipe would do him good. The invalid thought it would, and, while the
veteran went upstairs to fetch the lawyer's long-unused briar, Miss
Carmichael left him, ostensibly offended that he preferred a pipe to her
society, yet inwardly glad that he was strong enough to relish tobacco
again. Mr. Douglas joined the smokers, and they had a very jolly time.
"What will you do, Mr. Terry, when we are all gone!" asked the Edinburgh
lawyer. "It 'ull be gone too Oi will mysilf by that toime," replied the
veteran.
"I mean, when we are on the Atlantic."
"Plaze God, Oi'll be an the Atlantic mysilf.
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