"I'll think about it. But if I do get engaged to you, we won't get married for a long time!"
"How long?"
"Oh, a long time. A very long time."
"What do you mean? Six months?"
"No, years. Oh, five years, perhaps!"
"My God Almighty!" he said. "Do you know what you're saying! Five years? We might all be dead and buried long before then. What age will I be in five years time. Oh, wheesht with you, Eleanor, and don't be talking such balderdash. Five years! Holy O!"
"What does 'Holy O!' mean?" she demanded.
"I don't know. It's just a thing to say when you can't think of anything else. Five years! Five minutes is more like it!"
"We're too young to be married yet, and in five years' time we'll know each other much better!"
"I should think so, too," he said. "It's a lifetime, woman! Whatever put that idea into your head!"