Yes, Marian, your uncle must bring you to town for a week or so of house-hunting, and soon." She looked at him with a startled expression.
"Soon!" she repeated.
"Yes, dear, very soon.

There is nothing in the world to hinder our marriage.

Why should we delay longer than to make all necessary arrangements?
I long so for my new home, Marian, I have never had a home in my life since I was a boy." "O Mr.Fenton--Gilbert,"-- she pronounced his Christian name shyly, and in obedience to his reproachful look,--"remember how short a time we have known each other.

It is much too soon to talk or think of marriage yet.

I want you to have plenty of leisure to consider whether you really care for me, whether it isn't only a fancy that will die out when you go back to London.