Judging from your physiognomy and general
personality I should say that you have loved a good many women, and
have lived in the widest sense of the word."
"Well--yes," admitted Dartmouth, with a laugh. "That sort of thing
leaves a man's heart untouched, however."
"It may, and I am willing to believe that you have given your heart to
Weir for good and all."
"I think I have," said Dartmouth.
And then the question of settlements was broached, and when it had
been satisfactorily arranged, Dartmouth lingered a few moments longer
in conversation with his host, and then rose to go. Sir Iltyd rose
also and walked with him to the door.
"Do you mind our being married in a month?" asked Dartmouth, as they
crossed the room. "That will give Weir all the time she wants, and we
should like to spend the spring in Rome."
"Very well; let it be in a month. I cannot see that the date is of any
importance; only do not forget me in the summer."
"Oh, no," said Dartmouth; "we expect you to harbor us off and on all
the year around."
And then Sir Iltyd opened the door and bowed with his old-time
courtier-like dignity, and Dartmouth passed out and into the hall.
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