"Next week, at latest."
Reggie shook his head. He couldn't be sure of Deleah in that time. How long would it take to get married, he wondered.
"No, thank you. I really don't care for it. I couldn't possibly get away so soon."
"Why not?"
"There are the Widdimouth races next week, and I've booked several engagements for the week after."
"The fact is I want you to get away for a time, Reggie. This place is all very well if you've got a business or a profession to attend to, but simply to idle away your time here isn't healthy."
"What's wrong with Brockenham?" Reggie asked, who had a great admiration for his native town. "Any one been gossiping about me again?"
"No one has mentioned you to me. But Ada was hearing an interesting piece of news about you, yesterday."
"Ada's as bad as the other old women."
"Nonsense. You had better go, Reggie. I mean it."