The next morning at breakfast he said, "I am going yachting to the Mediterranean."
"When?" said Gwendolen, with a leap of heart which had hope in it.
"The day after to-morrow. The yacht is at Marseilles. Lush is gone to get everything ready."
"Shall I have mamma to stay with me, then?" said Gwendolen, the new sudden possibility of peace and affection filling her mind like a burst of morning light.
"No; you will go with me."
The next morning at breakfast he said, "I am going yachting to the Mediterranean."
"When?" said Gwendolen, with a leap of hope.
"The day after tomorrow. The yacht is at Marseilles. Lush is gone to get everything ready."
"Shall I have mamma to stay with me, then?" said Gwendolen, the new sudden possibility of peace and affection filling her mind like a burst of morning light.
"No; you will go with me."