That was the beginning of all things. I am speaking of the
Universe as viewed from the standpoint of Charles and Mivanway.
Six months later they were man and wife, or perhaps it would be
more correct to say boy and wifelet. Seabohn senior counselled
delay, but was overruled by the impatience of his junior partner.
The Reverend Mr. Evans, in common with most theologians, possessed
a goodly supply of unmarried daughters, and a limited income.
Personally he saw no necessity for postponement of the marriage.
The month's honeymoon was spent in the New Forest. That was a
mistake to begin with. The New Forest in February is depressing,
and they had chosen the loneliest spot they could find. A
fortnight in Paris or Rome would have been more helpful. As yet
they had nothing to talk about except love, and that they had been
talking and writing about steadily all through the winter. On the
tenth morning Charles yawned, and Mivanway had a quiet half-hour's
cry about it in her own room. On the sixteenth evening, Mivanway,
feeling irritable, and wondering why (as though fifteen damp,
chilly days in the New Forest were not sufficient to make any woman
irritable), requested Charles not to disarrange her hair; and
Charles, speechless with astonishment, went out into the garden,
and swore before all the stars that he would never caress
Mivanway's hair again as long as he lived.
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