“I sent a very nice silver bowl from Tiffany,” he replied acidly.
“Did you have it engraved?” Genevieve asked.
“Of course.”
“With Eliza’s initials or his?”
“With one of each.”
“That’s mean.”
“How do you figure that?”
“Now she can’t take it back.”
“So what?”
“Suppose she decides not to go through with it?”
“Then she’ll still have a very nice silver bowl and a reminder of her former fiancé.”
“You’re hoping she won’t go through with it, aren’t you?”
“I’m hoping no such thing. She’s a free woman, and she can do whatever she wants. She will do whatever she wants.”
“No, she won’t.”
“What do you mean?”
“She wants you, not Edgar.”
“She told you that?”
“She didn’t have to.”
“You divined it, then?”
“I know her very well.”
“I thought I did, too. I thought she’d never marry a doctor.”
“She may not.”
“You’re kidding, aren’t you?”
“I kid you not,” Genevieve said. “I don’t think she’ll go through with it.”
“Well, she’s leaving changing her mind kind of late, isn’t she?”
“She won’t make a decision until she has to.”
“And when do you think that moment will come?”
“You’ll have an opportunity to stop it, Stone.”
“Genevieve, are you telling me that you expect me – that Eliza expects me – to leap to my feet when they get to the line in the ceremony about… Well, you know the line.”
“I don’t expect you to, but I think Eliza does.”