The House would have risen and he would be able to devote himself to his honeymooning with a clear mind.

He had not asked for an earlier date, but it did not occur to Nelly to wonder at that.

She was relieved to find it so far off.

Already she thought of the time between as a respite, the "Long day, my Lord!" of those condemned to death.
The Dowager saw nothing wrong with the date.

They could wander about the Continent leisurely, coming home early in June to prepare Nelly's wedding-clothes.