Thus it came about that on a serene May morning Judith Trench dismissed
the maids, closed the apartment and set her face towards the rising
sun. For her it was the real adventure. She had looked at Europe so
often. Now she would see through the shell, with Lary’s eyes.
At the Cherbourg pier Mr. Denslow met them. Mamma and the boys could
hardly wait to see Judith’s new husband. But after a week Lary’s
importance was blurred, sent into almost complete occultation, as
Eileen’s vivid youth asserted itself. Ben was her slave from the first.
The night after they left her in Brussels, to have a few lessons with
Ysaye, and Lary and Judith set forth on their real honeymoon, he
confided to his mother that he was going to add another Trench to the
Denslow family, as soon as he was sure he could earn a living for two.
“Have you asked her?” Mrs. Denslow quizzed.
“No. She thinks I’m a boy. You might tell her that I’m nearly five
years older than she. I thought I’d grow whiskers--to impress her.”