"Frank!"
"That's what he said; and it's true. 'Therefore there's no reason why he shouldn't make the most of it when he is; you take your wife abroad for three months, I'll see you're spared from the office.' And that's how it was arranged."
"Yes, and then he goes and disappears, and I'm not to be married at all, and that's how it's disarranged."
"Not a bit of it; the wedding needn't be postponed; the more I think of it the less reason do I see why it should."
"Frank! Then what ever have you been talking to me about ever since I don't know when!"
"Mr. Oldfield's continued absence needn't prevent my sparing a day to get away from the office to be married."
"Needn't it! I'm sure it's very nice of you to talk about sparing a whole day for a trifling thing like that."
"In any case, all that need suffer is the three months' tour. If Mr. Oldfield hasn't turned up by Thursday, after we're married we'll go for a weekend honeymoon. I'll return to the office on Monday. The house is ready, all it needs is its mistress; you'll be installed a little sooner than you thought, and when Mr. Oldfield does appear we'll go for our three months' tour."
Miss Ross sat looking at him with rather a complicated expression on her pretty face, as if she did not quite know what to make of his proposition.
"Frank, why didn't you think of it before? instead of worrying me, and making my hair come out by handfuls, by keeping on saying that if Mr. Oldfield didn't return in time, you couldn't possibly desert Peter Piper's Popular Pills, and that therefore the wedding would have to be postponed till you didn't know when."