“Of course, because you display your ignorance so conspicuously. But tell me what makes you take an interest in these feminine matters, Lawrence?”
“I was calculating that we might easily be married on Tuesday, my love.”
“Really, Lawrence!” she exclaimed, blushing furiously. “I thought you had more common sense.”
“Well, but what need prevent it?”
“A hundred things.”
“Mention one or two.”
“I am not ready, for one thing.”
“You mean as far as clothes go? That is of no consequence, as you can buy whatever you want afterward. You will naturally wish to consult my taste, and, therefore, it will be very convenient to have me on the spot to appeal to at every moment.”
“I should like to see your face of disgust under the infliction,” she said, laughing nervously.
“You are quite welcome to the spectacle. But go on with your reasons, Gwen; we have only had one so far, and you have still ninety-nine in reserve.”