"But, you dear little silly," he rejoined tenderly, "it's only a question of two or three weeks at the very outside. What real difference can it possibly make?"
"It does—I feel it does. Please don't press the point. Now, Geoff, remember I'm always right. You owned that yesterday evening."
"Yes, and what did I tell you? Have you forgotten? That you would have to marry me all the sooner on account of this terrible correctness. Now, then, how much sooner does this fresh example bring it?"
Here Mrs. Harbert chipped in again, desperately seizing the bull by the horns.
"It's a real pity yer 'aven't bin engaged a week or two longer, both of yer. Then I'd say, git married at once—to-morrow—to-day, and let Evarne 'ave a 'usband to look after 'er 'enceforward."
Geoff's eyes brightened.
"I say——" he was commencing, but Evarne interrupted in tones of obvious annoyance.
"You ought not to say things like that, Philia. It's very inconsiderate."
But the culprit was in no ways disconcerted.
"Lor, she's a regular babby," she declared laughing. "The very idea o' really gettin' spliced makes 'er that bashful."