"We can leave for New York on the one o'clock train and sail on Thursday." "You had it planned!" "I had several plans," he answered.

"That's the best one." What should she do?
Impulsively--why, she did not know--she gave Dory her answer: "Yes, that _is_ the best plan.

I must begin--at once." And she started up, in a fever to be doing.
Dory, dazed by his unexpected, complete victory, went immediately, lest he should say or do something that would break or weaken the current of her aroused energy.

He went without as much as touching her hand.
Certainly, if ever man tempted fate to snatch from him the woman he loved, Dory did then; and at that time Del must, indeed, have been strongly drawn to him, or she would have been unable to persist.
The problem of the trousseau was almost as simple for her as for him.

She had been extravagant and luxurious, had accumulated really unmanageable quantities of clothing of all kinds, far, far more than any woman without a maid could take care of.