Unlike the generality of ugly heroines, you will not see me develop and effloresce into beauty toward the end of my story.
The interval between my betrothal and my marriage is but short.

On April 22d, I put my hand into Sir Roger's.

On May 20th, I am to put it into his for good.

When the bridegroom is forty-seven, and the bride one of six, why should there be any delay?
Why should a man keep and lodge his daughter any longer than he can help, when he has found some one else willing to do it for him?
This, I think, is father's view.

And, meanwhile, father himself is more like an _angel_ than a man.