Sketches in Lavender, Blue and Green
"That is the man you ought to have married," said Blake one night to his wife, half laughingly, half seriously, as they sat alone, listening to Sennett's departing footsteps echoing upon the deserted pavement. "He's a good fellow--not a mere money-grubbing machine like me."
And a week later Sennett, sitting alone with Edith, suddenly broke out with:
"He's a better man than I am, with all my high-falutin' talk, and, upon my soul, he loves you. Shall I go abroad?"
"If you like," was the answer.
"What would you do?"