They were sitting where they had a good view of the husband and wife, and Vidall, after a moment, said: “I don’t know. She has waited four years, too; now it looks as if, like Jacob, she was going to gather in her shekels of interest compounded.” “It isn’t going to be a bit pleasant to watch.” “But you won’t be here to see.” Marion ignored the suggestion. “She seems to have hardened since he came yesterday. I hardly know her; and yet she looks awfully worn to-night, don’t you think?” “Yes, as if she had to keep a hand on herself. But it’ll come out all right in the end, you’ll see.” “Yes, of course; but she might be sensible and fall in love with Frank at once. That’s what she did when--” “When she didn’t know man.” “Yes, but where would you all be if we women acted on what we know of you?” “On our knees chiefly, as I am. Remember this, Marion, that half a sinner is better than no man.” “You mean that no man is better than half a saint?” “How you must admire me!” “Why?” “As you are about to name the day, I assume that I’m a whole saint in your eyes.” “St. Augustine!” “Who was he?” “A man that reformed.” “Before or after marriage?” “Before, I suppose.” “I don’t think he died happy.” “Why not?” “I’ve a faint recollection that he was boiled.” “Don’t be horrid. What has that to do with it?” “Nothing, perhaps. But he probably broke out again after marriage, and sank at last into that caldron. That’s what it means by being-steeped in crime.” “How utterly nonsensical you are!” “I feel light-headed. You’ve been at sea, on a yacht becalmed, haven’t you? when along comes a groundswell, and as you rock in the sun there comes trouble, and your head goes round like a top? Now, that’s my case. I’ve been becalmed four years, and while I pray for a little wind to take me--home, you rock me in the trough of uncertainty. Suspense is very gall and wormwood. You know what the jailer said to the criminal who was hanging on a reprieve: ‘Rope deferred maketh the heart sick.’ Marion, give me the hour, or give me the rope.” “The rope enough to hang yourself?” She suddenly reached up and pulled a hair from her head. She laid it in his hand-a long brown silken thread. “Hume,” she said airily yet gently, “there is the rope. Can you love me for a month of Sundays?” “Yes, for ever and a day!” “I will cancel the day, and take your bond for the rest. I will be generous. I will marry you in two months-and a day.” “My dearest girl!”--he drew her hand into both of his--“I can’t have you more generous than myself, I’ll throw off the month.” But his eyes were shining very seriously, though his mouth smiled. “Two months and a day,” she repeated. “We must all bundle off to Greyhope to-morrow,” came General Armour’s voice across the room. “Down comes the baby, cradle and all.” Lali rose. “I am very tired,” she said; “I think I will say good-night.” “I’ll go and see the boy with you,” Frank said, rising also.