"She clung to me with energy. 'I am near my future husband,' she said. 'Who dares touch him or me?'
"'Her husband!' He raised and spread his hands. He dropped into a seat.
"'A while ago you wanted much to know whom I meant to marry. My intention was then formed, but not mature for communication. Now it is ripe, sun-mellowed, perfect. Take the crimson peach--take Louis Moore!'

"She clung to me. 'I am near my future husband,' she said.
"'Her husband! 