"I hope, oh, I do hope, Rodney, that you are not making a mistake! You're sure, aren't you?"
"Sure? A thousand times sure," he replied, eagerly. "And why should we put off our marriage? You haven't any reason."
"Yes, I have; a very strong one."
"I doubt it; and I shall not consider it."
"I want you to be positive, sure beyond question, that you know your own mind."
"Ah!" came triumphantly from Lawrence, "then we'll be married to-morrow."
From that day the young man was possessed with the resolve that his marriage should not be deferred. And of course he won over Carolyn and her mother.
Really, there seemed no need of delay. The two had always known each other; they had sufficient means.
So the day was set for the first week in September. Lawrence came and went in the very highest spirits. They were to start on a long journey, going in the Cunard steamer that sailed on the afternoon of the day. "We will be gone two years at least," Lawrence said. "We'll go everywhere and see everything. Nobody will ever be as happy as we will be."
And Carolyn was quite sure that no one was ever as happy as she was then. She wrote a long letter to Prudence, who was in Newport with her mother, who had come back from Carlsbad. She told her every detail. There was to be no wedding party, only just the family present; mamma had insisted otherwise, but she and Rodney had overruled her; they would probably never be married again, and they wanted things their own way. Only Prue and her mother must come.