He hardly knew how the inspiration had come to him, but suddenly he clasped her in his arms, and she, all unresisting, smiled into his eyes.
“Isabel, you know I wanted to marry you the very first day I saw you,” he cried passionately.
“Then why on earth didn’t you ask me?” she replied.
She loved him.
He could hardly believe it was true.
She gave him her lovely lips to kiss.
And as he held her in his arms he had a vision of the works of the Hunter Motor Traction and Automobile Company growing in size and importance till they covered a hundred acres, and of the millions of motors they would turn out, and of the great collection of pictures he would form which should beat anything they had in New York.
He would wear horn spectacles.
And she, with the delicious pressure of his arms about her, sighed with happiness, for she thought of the exquisite house she would have, full of antique furniture, and of the concerts she would give, and of the thes dansants, and the dinners to which only the most cultured people would come.
Bateman should wear horn spectacles.
“Poor Edward,” she sighed.