A month after your birthday." Mary looked at him in complete bewilderment.

Her very marriage-day fixed, and where was the bridegroom?
She almost laughed, as she thought that she could not even guess at any person who as likely to propose for her--except one.
"But who is it ?" she managed to ask, at last.

"Nobody wants to marry me." "Who is it ?" Mr.Wynter repeated in surprise.

"George, of course." "George!" she stopped a minute to recover breath.
Mr.Wynter remained silent.

He had said all that was needful.