“You know I will,” she answered, reaching across the table for his hand.
“Tomorrow,” he said.
“Wh—”
“Tomorrow.”
She looked at him steadily across the table. His eyes were glowing. His mouth looked sweet and tender.
“All right,” she said in a small voice.
“Good.” He grinned. “Dammit,” he said, “I feel like kissing you.” He rose suddenly, walked around the table, and kissed her just as the waiter approached to take their order. The waiter didn’t clear his throat. He simply stood there looking at them, watching them kiss. When they were finished, he said, “Did you... ah... care for anything else?”
They laughed and then gave the waiter their orders.
“I feel wonderful,” she said.
“I feel great,” he told her. “I feel as if I can lick this city with my bare hands. Pris, with you by my side, I can do anything, do you know that? Anything!”
“I...I’m glad you feel that way.”
“Do you know why? Because I’ve got your love, and your love makes me feel strong.”
“I...I feel strong, too,” she said.
“How much do you love me?” he asked.
“Don’t you know how much I love you?”
“How much?” he persisted.
“You’re...you’re the only thing that matters,” she said.
“Pris,” he said, his eyes gleaming now, “I’ve got something like ten thousand dollars in the bank. I’m going to ask for a vacation, by God! I’ll ask for a month, and we’ll go to Bermuda or someplace, how about that? Maybe Europe. What do you say, Pris?”
“I couldn’t let you do that,” she answered.
“Why not?”
“I couldn’t let you spend your money so foolishly.”
“My money?” he asked. A puzzled frown crossed his face. “My money? Pris, darling, once we’re married, everything I’ve got is yours. Everything.”
“Well, still—”
“Don’t you look at it that way? Don’t you feel we own everything together?”
“Certainly. But—”
“Then not another word about it. It’s settled. We’re going to Bermuda.”
“I’d rather...I’d much rather start looking for a place...and... and furnishing it. We could take a short honeymoon, darling, but shouldn’t we—”
“Of course, what an idiot I am! Of course, we’ve got to find a place of our own. My apartment is much too small, especially if we plan on a family later on.” He looked at her as if he’d made a faux pas. “I...I remember your letter...the first one. You don’t like children.”
“Oh, I’d love your children,” she said.
He smiled tremulously. “Well, I...I just wasn’t sure. I...” He cocked his head to one side, as if his emotions were too much for him to bear, as if the pressure of his emotions had forced the movement of his head, the way a tidal wave causes a buoy to bob. “In any case, we’ve still got my ten thousand. That should furnish an apartment, all right.”
“And my money,” she added quietly.
“Your what?”
“The money I brought with me,” she said.
“Oh, yes. I’d forgotten completely about it.” He smiled indulgently. “What is it, darling, something like five hundred dollars?”
Her eyes opened wide in surprise. “You know very well it’s closer to five thousand dollars,” she said.
“You’re joking!”
“I’m not. I’m serious.” She grinned, enjoying his boyish surprise, feeling as if she had given him an unexpected present.
“You took...You carried so much cash with you?”
“Of course not. Don’t you remember, darling? In one of my letters, I told you I would be closing out my bank account, and you suggested I carry it in traveler’s checks.”
“Yes, but I had no idea...five thousand dollars.”
“It’s really about forty-seven hundred,” she said.
“Still...Honey, you’ve got to put that in the bank right away.”
“Why?”
“So that it can start collecting interest. For God’s sake, why do you need forty-seven hundred dollars in traveler’s checks?”
“You’re right,” she said.
“Tomorrow, early in the morning,” he said, “before the wedding, we’ll open an account for you at my bank.”
“A separate account, do you mean?” she asked.
“Naturally. It’s your money, isn’t it?”
“A little while ago, you said...you said when we were married everything you had was mine.”
“Of course it is. You know that, darling. I meant every word I said.”
“Then aren’t you being a bit unfair?” she asked.
“Unfair? How?” He seemed very troubled. “What have I done, Pris? Have I said something wrong?”
“You said separate account.”
“I don’t understand.”
She leaned across the table, and her eyes held his in a steady gaze. “Tomorrow,” she said, “we’ll be married. I’ll go wherever you want to go and do whatever you want to do. I’ll be yours — forever. And that means completely. No games, no kidding. Forever. I’ve waited a long time for you, darling, and I expect this to be for keeps. Tomorrow morning, we'll go to your bank. I’ll endorse the traveler’s checks and deposit the forty-seven hundred dollars in your account.”
He was already shaking his head.
“Yes,” she said. “Yes.”
“I can’t allow you to do that,” he told her. “I’m sorry, Pris. I want you, not a dowry.”
“But it isn’t a dowry,” she said. “It’s simply a stake in our future together. Don’t you think I have a right to invest in our future?”
“Well—”
“You mustn’t be stubborn about this, darling, really. It’s the least I can bring to you. Besides, I’ll feel as if all those lonely years of working and saving haven’t gone for nothing. They’ll have been worthwhile; they’ll have been building for you...and for me.”
“Well talk about it in the morning,” he said.
“It’s settled, as far as I’m concerned. That’s the first thing we’ll do, before we do anything else.”
He seemed very worried about something.
She squeezed his hand and said, “What is it, darling?”
“I feel like a positive...I don’t know...a...a moneylender or something!” he said vehemently.
“How silly you are,” she said gently.
“To go into a bank with you and stand by while you endorse those checks and then deposit them in my account.” He shook his head. “I’d feel like a...like a gigolo! No, I won’t do it, Pris.”
“Would it embarrass you?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll cash them at the hotel, then.”
“I don’t want you to cash them at all,” he said. “But I suppose I’d feel a lot easier if you cashed them there.”
“All right, I’ll have them cashed at the hotel. I’ll have the money in good American currency when you come to call for me. To take me to my wedding.”
He grinned. “I suppose I am being foolish. All right, cash them at the hotel. Then we’ll go to the bank, deposit the money, and away we go. To our wedding.”
“There’s a waiting period in this state, isn’t there?” she asked.
“Yes. We’ll drive out of the state. Look, let’s do it right. I’ll call for you at about ten. You’ll have the checks cashed by then?”
“Yes.”
“Good. We’ll go to the bank and deposit them in my account, if that’s what you want, and then we’ll make a day of it. We’ll have lunch downtown someplace — I know some very nice places — and then we’ll drive out of the state. We’ll just take our honeymoon as it comes, shall we? We’ll stop wherever we feel like stopping.”
“It sounds wonderful,” she said.
“Good. Let’s have another drink to it, shall we?”