"No, in England, last year. I met her in London."
"Have you not seen her since?"
"No. We have corresponded ever since, and this marriage was arranged by letter."
"Oh, but you're not married yet?" said Katie, in a low voice.
"No," said Harry, "and Heaven only knows when we ever shall be."
"Why?"
"Oh, well—because there's been such a muddle about it all. You see, I proposed, and was accepted, in the usual course of things."
"Ah, now, Mr. Rivers," said Katie, "that's not fair!"
"Fair! what isn't fair?"
"Why, you're skipping all the best part."