One reason was Father; the other reason was Mother.

I hinted as much.
"Ho! Is that all ?" He laughed and kissed me.

"I'll run down and see them about it," he said jauntily.
I smiled again.

I had no more idea that anything he could say would-- But I didn't know Jerry--_then_.
I had not been home from Newport a week when Jerry kept his promise and "ran down." And _he_ had not been there two days before Father and Mother admitted that, perhaps, after all, it would not be so bad an idea if I shouldn't graduate, but should be married instead.
And so I was married.
(Didn't I tell you that Jerry always brought his rings and put them on ?) And again I say, and so we were married.
But what did we know of each other ?--the real other?
True, we had danced together, been swimming together, dined together, played tennis together.

But what did we really know of each other's whims and prejudices, opinions and personal habits and tastes?
I knew, to a word, what Jerry would say about a sunset; and he knew, I fancy, what I would say about a dreamy waltz song.