“What do you mean by much?”
“Oh, she set back a little.”
“Do any harm?”
“No.”
“Hurt herself?”
“Guess not.”
“Jonathan, you drive me distracted—you have no more sense for a story—”
“But there was nothing in particular—”
“Now, Jonathan, if there was nothing in particular, why didn’t you get into church till the sermon was begun, and why were you so red and hot?”
Jonathan smiled indulgently. “Why, of course, she didn’t care about being hitched. I thought you knew that. But it was perfectly easy.”