"Well, it's all over now," she smiled, and he sighed with a great relief.
"All over but the—the wedding," he said.
"Oh, that's a long way off. Let's not worry over that, Graydon."
"A long way off? Nonsense! I won't wait."
"Won't?"
"I should have said can't. Let's see; this is February. March, dearest?"
"Graydon, you are so much younger than I thought. A girl simply cannot be hurried through a—an engagement. Next winter."
"Next what? That's nearly a year, Jane. It's absurd! I'm ready."
"I know. It's mighty noble of you, too. But I just can't, dearest. No one ever docs."
"Don't—don't you think I'm prepared to take care of you?" he said, straightening up a bit.