“Nonsense, you silly boy!”
“Then to-morrow we shall be married, I swear. We won't make Helen's mistake.” And he told her of Helen Brookes's supreme regret. “We won't make that mistake, Jane. To-morrow! To-morrow! To-morrow it will be!”
“But, Larry, listen. Papa—”
“Your father will agree.”
“And my clothes?”
“Clothes? You don't need any. What you have on will do.”
“This old thing?”
“Perfectly lovely, perfectly splendid. Never will you wear anything so lovely as this.”
“And then, Larry, what should I do? Where would I go? You are going off.”
“And you will come with me.”