But this was a plea he could not be expected to recognize. He saw no reason why she could not buy as many as she wanted after the ceremony.
"Is that all?" he demanded.
"No—that isn't all. Can't you see that—that we ought to wait, Hugh?"
"No," he exclaimed, "No I can't see it. I can only see that every moment of waiting would be a misery for us both. I can only see that the situation, as it is to-day, is an intolerable one for you."
She had not expected him to see this.
"There are others to be thought of," she said, after a moment's hesitation.
"What others?"
The answer she should have made died on her lips.
"It seems so-indecorous, Hugh."
"Indecorous!" he cried, and pushed back his chair and rose. "What's indecorous about it? To leave you here alone in a hotel in New York would not only be indecorous, but senseless. How long would you put it off? a week—a month—a year? Where would you go in the meantime, and what would you do?"