If you had consented, I should have lost my respect for you." And then, as the small view of a thing is apt to enter the female head along with the big view, she went on, with great animation: "And then for a young lady to sneak into a church without her friends, with no carriages, no favors, no wedding cake, no bishop, no proper dress, not even a bridal veil fit to be seen! Why, it ought to be the great show of a girl's life, and she ought to be a public queen, at all events for that one day, for ten to one she will be a slave all the rest of her life if she loves the fellow." She paused for breath one moment.
"And it isn't as if you were low people.

Why, it reminds me of a thing I read in some novel: a city clerk, or some such person, took a walk with his sweetheart into the country, and all of a sudden he said, 'Why, there is something hard in my pocket.

What is it, I wonder?
A plain gold ring.
Does it fit you?
Try it on, Polly.

Why, it fits you, I declare; then keep it till further orders.' Then they walked a little further.

'Why, what is this?
Two pairs of white gloves.