"Then you will have to find a house, and get furniture. And there is the trousseau," Gifford urged.
"Oh," Kelson returned with a show of impatience, "all these details can be got over in two or three weeks if we set ourselves to do it. I don't believe in waiting once the thing is settled."
"I don't believe in rushing matters," Gifford rejoined. "Least of all matrimony."
Kelson stopped dead. "Why, Hugh," he said in an expostulatory tone, "what is the matter with you? You are most confoundedly unsympathetic. Any one would think you did not want me to marry the girl."
"I certainly don't want you to be in too great a hurry," Gifford returned calmly.
"But why? Why?"
"I feel it is a mistake."
Kelson laughed. "You are not going to suggest we don't know our own minds."
"Hardly. But why not wait till the family returns? Of course it is no business of mine."
"No," Kelson replied with a laugh of annoyance; "and you can't be expected to enter into my feelings on the subject. But I think you might be a little less grudging of your sympathy."