I wouldn't
go there to please Shakespeare, much less Stuart Harley. Let the
affair come off at Interlaken, if it is to come off at all, which I
doubt."
"There is no Grand Canal at Interlaken," said Mrs. Corwin, sagely;
for she had been an omnivorous reader of Baedeker since she had
learned the part she was to play in Harley's book, and was therefore
well up in geography.
"No; but there's the Jungfrau. Osborne can push Balderstone down the
side of an Alp and kill him," returned Miss Andrews, viciously.
"Why, Marguerite! How can you talk so? Mr. Harley doesn't wish to
have Balderstone killed," cried Mrs. Corwin, aghast. "If Osborne
killed Balderstone he'd be a murderer, and they'd execute him."
"Which is exactly what I want," said Miss Andrews, firmly. "If he
lives, it pleases the omnipotent Mr. Harley that I shall marry him,
and I positively--Well, just you wait and see."
There was silence for some minutes.
"Then I suppose you will decline to go abroad altogether?" asked Mrs.
Corwin after a while; "and Mr.
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