Alice was silent for a moment, during which Lady Macleod's face assumed a look of almost tragic horror. Was there something wrong on Mr. Grey's side of which she was altogether unaware? Alice, though for a second or two she had been guilty of a slight playful deceit, was too honest to allow the impression to remain. "No, aunt," she said; "Mr. Grey is not putting it off. It has been left to me to fix the time."
"And why don't you fix it?"
"It is such a serious thing! After all it is not more than four months yet since I--I accepted him. I don't know that there has been any delay."
"But you might fix the time now, if he wishes it."

Alice was silent for a moment, while Lady Macleod's face assumed a look of almost tragic horror. Alice was too honest to allow the impression to remain.
"No, aunt," she said; "Mr. Grey is not putting it off. It has been left to me to fix the day."
"And why don't you fix it?"
"It is such a serious thing! After all, it is not more than four months yet since I - I accepted him."
"But you might fix the day now."
