"
"Oh, with pleasure," said Julia, slyly.
So then Walter drove her to the new house, without a word of remonstrance
on her part, and Fitzroy met her radiant, and Walter slipped away round a
corner, and when he came back the quarrel had dissolved. He had brought a
hamper with all the necessaries of life--table-cloth, napkins, knives,
forks, spoons, cold pie, salad, and champagne. They lunched beside the
brook on the lawn. The lovers drank his health, and Julia appointed him
solemnly to the post of "peace-maker," "for," said she, "you have shown
great talent that way, and I foresee we shall want one, for we shall be
always quarrelling; sha'n't we, Percy?"
"N--o; n--never again."
"Then you mustn't be jealous."
"I'm not. I d--despise j--jealousy. I'm above it."
"Oh, indeed," said Julia, dryly.
"Come, don't begin again, you two," said Walter, "or--no champagne."
"Now what a horrid threat!" said Julia. "I'll be good, for one."
In short they had a merry time, and Walter drove Julia home. Both were in
high spirits.
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