gie brought the letter from the postoffice this morning, and I answered it at once. I also wrote to England, in order to catch the next steamer. Sir Archy is in New York, and won't get my letter for two days perhaps. Reggie and Gladys and I have talked over the engagement a little this afternoon. I shall be married very quietly in the country—we have an uncle who is a clergyman, and he has a nice parish, and will be glad to have me married from the rectory—and Reggie and Gladys very sensibly don't expect me to marry a baronet from their London lodgings. Sir Archy was very explicit in his letter about our future plans. He is willing to spend a month in London this season, but he has been away so much he feels it necessary to be at Fox Court in June—and he has taken a place in Scotland from the 12th of August."
"But suppose you did n't care to go to Scotland from the 12th of August? And suppose you wanted to spend more than a month in London?" asked Letty, much scandalized by these cut and dried proceedings.
"Of course I should not make the slightest objection to any of Sir Archy's plans," replied Ethel, wonderingly.
