The papers will be signed next week."
Again the room grew still and I made effort to think quickly,
definitely. I was not willing that Selwyn should make such sacrifice
for me. I would let the sunshine into his house and love it when its
cold aloofness became friendly warmth, and together we could learn in
it what life would teach. The house must not be sold, but how
prevent? I bent my head down to the violets on my breast, drew in
deep breath. Suddenly a thought came to me. I looked up.
"When a man sells a piece of property doesn't his wife have to sign
the papers as well as himself?"
"She does." Selwyn smiled.
"And the sale couldn't be consummated unless she signed them?"
"It could not. You know the law." Again he smiled. "Not having a
wife--"
"But you will have--before those papers are ready to be signed. I am
not going to sign them. I mean-- Don't you see what I mean?"
"I'm not quite sure I do." Selwyn's voice was grave, uncertain. "Is
it that--"
"We will have to be married next week and then you can tell the party
who wants your house that your wife does not wish it to be sold.
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