Now if you'll leave it to me I'll
give him just a kind of a scare--a shake-up, you know--no real harm; just
teach him, perhaps, not to open his mouth so much. What do you say, Paul?"
I turned and looked at my father-in-law. His expression was that of a
schoolboy begging for a holiday. His head was a little on one side, his
lips were parted in an insinuating smile. It was a weak moment with me. So
far as such a term can be applied to such an event, the wedding ceremony,
which was just over, had been a great success. Eve had looked simply as
beautiful as a beautiful girl can look on the one morning of her life.
My father-in-law had been dignified and correct in his behavior, and a
merciful misadventure of Mrs. Bundercombe with a policeman three days
previously, which had led to her being arrested with a hammer in her
satchel, had finally resulted in her being forced to partake of the
hospitality of Holloway for the period of fourteen days; in fact,
everything just then with me was _couleur de rose_.
The presents my crabbed connection spoke of so lightly had been
supplemented only an hour before by surely the most magnificent wedding
offering from my father-in-law that any man could have--the house in which
we were and the whole of the furniture.
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