'It must be awfully nice to have such a place as this all to yourselfhouse and all;just to yourself! You needn't be married till you've a mind to. Don't you think it's a great bore to be married?'
'People can always wait,' said Wych Hazel.
'Wait?' said Phinney. 'For what?'
'For such a great bore,' said Hazel, stroking the cat.
'How can you wait?' said Phinney.
'What hinders?'
'Why! you must be married, you know, some time; and it don't do to stay till you can't get a good chance. It's such a bore!' said the poor girl helplessly.
Somehow, Hazel's own happiness made her rather tender towards these notes of complaint.
'What do you mean?' she said, leaning down by Phinney. 'I would not take even "a good chance" to be miserable.'
'I'm just in a fix,' said Josephine, 'and I can't get out of it. And I came to see you on purpose to talk. I thought maybe you would have some sympathy for me. Nobody has at home.'