She declined altogether to comply with that other request which he made, and then left him in the room declaring that at present she could say nothing further.

As she did so she felt sure that she would not be able to accept him in two months' time whatever she might bring herself to do when the vast abyss of six months should have passed by.
Larry made his way down into the parlour with hopes considerably raised.

There he found Mrs.Masters and when he told her what had passed she assured him that the thing was as good as settled.
Everybody knew, she said, that when a girl doubted she meant to yield.

And what were two months?
The time would have nearly gone by the end of her visit to Cheltenham.

It was now early in December, and they might be married and settled at home before the end of April.
Mrs.Masters, to give him courage, took out a bottle of currant wine and drank his health, and told him that in three months' time she would give him a kiss and call him her son.