"We wanted it to-morrow, but we had to wait, on account of the new license law.
Otherwise it wouldn't have been so long, and--" But Aunt Hannah was gone.

With a low-breathed "Long! Oh, my grief and conscience--_William!_" she had fled through the hall door.
"Well, it _is_ long," maintained Bertram, with tender eyes, as he reached out his hand to say good-night..