"
"I don't believe in rushing matters," Gifford rejoined. "Least of all
matrimony."
Kelson stopped dead. "Why, Hugh," he said in an expostulatory tone, "what
is the matter with you? You are most confoundedly unsympathetic. Any one
would think you did not want me to marry the girl."
"I certainly don't want you to be in too great a hurry," Gifford
returned calmly.
"But why? Why?"
"I feel it is a mistake."
Kelson laughed. "You are not going to suggest we don't know our
own minds."
"Hardly. But why not wait till the family returns? Of course it is no
business of mine."
"No," Kelson replied with a laugh of annoyance; "and you can't be
expected to enter into my feelings on the subject. But I think you might
be a little less grudging of your sympathy."
"You quite mistake me, Harry," Gifford replied warmly. "It is only in
your own interest that I counsel you not to be in a hurry."
"But why? What, in heaven's name, do you mean?" Kelson demanded, vaguely
apprehensive.
"It is a mistake to rush things, that is all," was the
unsatisfactory answer.
"If I saw the slightest chance of danger I would not hesitate to take
your advice," Kelson said.
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