"Possibly then Ruth will--I'm planning for us all to be at uncle's, you with us." "Gretzinger wasn't in my mind." "You said 'too late'," she pursued.

"Naturally I supposed your reference to be of them." The gravity of his face deepened.
"I was thinking of myself," said he, turning his eyes upon her.

"If we're not married soon, very soon, it will be too late.

I mean that it would be a mockery.

For me, at any rate.