‘Not yet,’ answered Greif. ‘It is too soon.’
‘Is it ever too soon to be happy?’
‘Sometimes—but I will go to Sigmundskron to-morrow and talk about it.’
‘In that case you will be married in three months,’ observed Rex with a laugh.
‘Not so soon—we must let the year pass first. It would not be decent.’
‘Decency is that mode of demeanour in ourselves which satisfies the traditional likes or dislikes of others. There is nothing else in it.’
‘If you are going to begin a discussion about comparative right, I will say nothing more. I have lost my taste for argument, and I never had much skill in it.’
‘We will not discuss the matter,’ replied Rex. ‘You will be married in August.’
‘I think not.’
‘We shall see.’