It's very pretty.

An antique.

I've seen a few of them," she replied.
"I hope you'll let Sally marry me soon." "_Let_ her?
Sally Langdon?
You haven't become acquainted with your fiancee.

But when--" "Oh, next week, just as soon--" "Russ!" cried Sally, blushing furiously.
"What's the matter ?" I queried innocently.
"You're a little previous." "Well, Sally, I don't presume to split hairs over dates.

But, you see, you've become extremely more desirable--in the light of certain revelations.