"Don't you know whether you are willing or not?"
"Yes, I know that."
"Aren't you well enough acquainted with me? Haven't you proved me long enough?"
"O, John," her eyes filling with tears.
"What else can you mean by 'ready'?"
She looked down at her dress; a gray flannel—an iron gray flannel—a gray flannel and linen collar and cuffs to be married in. But was it not befitting her gray locks?
"John, look at me!"
"I am looking at you."
"What do you see?"
"You were never so lovely in your life."