There was no hint of roses and honey in his speech and manner to offend her like his letter.
"Yes, I do." "You know the month is up on Monday ?" "I am not likely to forget." "True," said Lot; "it is the last thing a girl will forget--the day set for her happy marriage." He laughed.
Madelon's face contracted.

She set her mouth harder, and looked straight at Lot.

"When you have done laughing," said she, "will you tell me what you want of me?
I have to go home and get dinner." Lot still looked at her with his mocking smile.

"I wished to inquire if you are ready to become my bride on Monday," said he.
"Yes, I am ready.

Is that all ?" "I wished also to inquire if you have any plans concerning the ceremony which you would like carried out." "I have none." "Then will it suit you to come here on Monday at two o'clock in the afternoon, since the doctor tells me I shall scarcely be able to go out myself, and be united to me by Parson Fair ?" "I am ready to carry out any plans you may make." "Your father and your brothers and my cousin Burr and his mother will, of course, be present at our wedding," said Lot, with wary eyes upon her face.
Madelon looked at him as proudly as ever.