Time soon slips by.
“Nonsense, my dear! why should we study the world? You know what my grandfather said.”
“Yes, George,” said Gertrude, with a peculiarly troubled look in her eyes.
“And very wisely; and as soon as you like to say you are ready, why, I am, and the world may go and hang itself.”
The troubled look in Gertrude’s eyes deepened, for the free and easy manner of her betrothed shocked her.
“You don’t dislike me, Gertie?” he said, laughing.
“No; oh, no,” she replied, looking at him wistfully.
“I know,” he cried, taking her hand. “You have only, as we may say, known me a month, and you think me too rough and ready to show so much of the American camp-life; but that will soon wear off. You are such a good, gentle little thing, you’ll soften me, and it will be all right.”
“Going out, George?”
“Yes; I promised to run down to Greenwich with Saul Harrington. Not a bad fellow when you know him better. I say, how long are Mr and Mrs Hampton going to stay here?”