“Yes—so am I. And Frank, when will it be?”
“What?”
“That you promised.”
“I don’t quite recollect.”
“O you do! Don’t speak like that. It weighs me to the earth. It makes me say what ought to be said first by you.”
“Never mind—say it.”
“O, must I?—it is, when shall we be married, Frank?”
“Oh, I see. Well—you have to get proper clothes.”
“I have money. Will it be by banns or license?”
“Banns, I should think.”