He's going out next week.

It's idiotic to have an engagement.

So I'm going to marry him the day after to-morrow." Now here was a piece of news, all flung at my head in a couple of minutes.

The day after to-morrow! I asked for the reason of this disconcerting suddenness.
"He's going out next week." "My dear," said I, "I have known you for a very long time--and I suppose it's because I'm such a very old friend that you've come to tell me all about it.

So I can talk to you frankly.