"The wedding?"
"Why, one thing and other, her and me got to talking things over. Things couldn't run on; so we—we fixed it up."
"Gage," said Doctor Barnes suddenly, "I've got to talk to you."
"Well, all right, all right, Doc. That'll be all right. I wish't you would."
"See here, man. Don't you realize what that woman is? She's too good for men like you and me."
"Yes, Doc. But I wouldn't never raise hand nor voice to her, the least way in the world. I allowed she could live along as my housekeeper, but seems not. You can shoot me, Doc, if you don't think I'm a-doing the right thing by her in every way, shape and manner."
"She's too good—it's an impossible thing."
Sim Gage's face was lifted, seriously. "Doc, you know mighty well that's true, and so do I—she's plumb too good for me. But it ain't me done all the thinking."
"Didn't you ask her about it?"
"It kind of come around."