"Suppose the wedding-day had been fixed for two months after he had gone, and he had known it, would you have postponed it indefinitely, till he condescended to turn up again?"
"I don't know what I should have done, I really don't; but I tell you what we might do--that is, if you wouldn't mind very much."
"Oh, never mind what I mind; my wishes aren't of the slightest consequence; I shall begin to wish that I wasn't going to be married!"
"Daisy! don't say that, even in jest. It's as hard upon me as it is upon you."
"Honestly, Frank, I don't see it. To a man, having his wedding-day postponed, and that indefinitely, is, of course, rather a nuisance; but to a woman, it's--it's quite a different thing."
"But I'm not going to suggest that it shall be postponed."
"Then what are you going to suggest? What have you been suggesting for the last--I don't know how long?"
"That's because the idea never occurred to me until just now; I don't know why; I suppose it's because I'm stupid."
"Now what idea have you got into your head?"
"I think I see a way out of the difficulty; that is, if you'll agree."