Between the two, prospects were bright for the furthering of their plans.
"Mother, when and where in this great plan of ours, am I to get married ?" Dorian and his mother were enjoying the dusk and the cool of the evening within odorous reach of Mrs.Trent's flowers, many of which had come from Uncle Zed's garden.

They had been talking over some details of their "plan." Mrs.Trent laughed at the abruptness of the question.
"Oh, do you want to get married ?" she asked, wondering what there might be to this query.
"Well--sometimes, of course, I'll have to have a wife, won't I ?" "Certainly, in good time; but you're in no hurry, are you ?" "Oh, no; I'm just talking on general principles.

There's no one who would have me now." The mother did not dispute this.

She knew somewhat of his feelings toward Carlia.

These lovers' misunderstandings were not serious, she thought to herself.