“Is that why you’re angry at the thought of the new expedition?”
He nodded.
“I want you to get married soon—before spring, anyway.”
She was startled.
“That would be too hurried, papa! You must give me more time than that.”
“Why do you need time? It’s settled, isn’t it? You’ve followed your own heart, haven’t you?”
There it was again, the same question!
“I want you married,” the judge repeated with some force. “I like Faunce; you like him—very good! I’m opposed to long engagements, and a lot of fuss and feathers. Make it short and plain, my girl.”
Diane looked at her father a little reproachfully.
“I didn’t know you wanted to get rid of me so much, papa!”