“Then give up seeing why, little lady. What’s your name, by the way? What is her name, young fellar?”
“Eve.”
“Eve—couldn’t be better. What was I saying? Ah, yes. Give up seeing why and come and see me instead. Rotten policy to save! (never saved a penny in my life). Fatal to save! Find out, when it’s too late, don’t want what you’ve been saving for—outgrown your impulses. Buried with your bankbook, and every one glad you’re dead. No—no. Spend while you are young. Get a hold on all the friendship and all the love within reach—and then, why then, when you’re old, at least memories will be yours as comforters. You agree, don’t you?”
“Yes, I agree,” said Eve.
“And what about you?”
“All or nothing,” replied Wynne. “And I had rather keep the ‘nothing’ till I can claim the ‘all.’ ”
“Good stars!” exclaimed Clem. “What a speech for a wedding day!” Then, catching a glimpse of the growing colour on Eve’s cheeks:
“Don’t heed me, my dear. I’ve a reputation for saying things which, in the vernacular, I didn’t ought. But a man who speaks of nothing on his wedding day—?”
Wynne hesitated, then:
“This isn’t altogether our wedding day,” he said.