"But it's funny, isn't it," said Lee, "that so many people get on famously together until they are actually married, and then they begin to fight like cats? I knew a girl who was engaged to a man for five years. You'd think they'd get to know each other pretty well in that time, wouldn't you? But they didn't. They hadn't been married six months before they hated each other."
"And that proves," said Renier, "that long engagements are a mistake."
"Smarty!" exclaimed Lee.
"I suppose your brother'll be getting married right away, won't he? Haven't they liked each other for ever so long?"
"M'm!" Lee nodded. "But Arthur never does anything right away. He does too much mooning and wool-gathering. If a united family can get him to the altar in less than a year they'll have accomplished wonders. There's one thing, though—when we do get him married good and proper, he'll stay married. He's like that at all games. It comes natural to him to keep his eyes in the boat. He's got the finest and sweetest nature of any man in this world, I think."
"Of course, you except present company?"
"Heavens, yes!" cried Lee, and they both laughed.
Then, suddenly, Lee looked him in the eyes quite solemnly.
"I wasn't fooling," she said, "not entirely. I do think you're fine and sweet. I didn't always, but I do now."