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Indecision
--
perhaps
more
than
the
sorrow
for
his
son
's
loss
dictated
the
character
of
his
reply
.
"
If
I
understand
you
aright
,
nephew
,
you
mean
marriage
!
Surely
it
is
not
the
time
to
talk
of
it
now
--
while
death
is
in
our
house
!
To
think
of
such
a
thing
would
cause
a
scandal
throughout
the
settlement
.
"
"
You
mistake
me
,
uncle
.
I
do
not
mean
marriage
--
that
is
,
not
now
.
Only
something
that
will
secure
it
--
when
the
proper
time
arrives
.
"
"
I
do
not
understand
you
,
Cash
.
"
"
You
'll
do
that
,
if
you
only
listen
to
me
a
minute
.
"
"
Go
on
.
"
"
Well
;
what
I
want
to
say
is
this
.
I
've
made
up
my
mind
to
get
married
.
I
'm
now
close
upon
thirty
--
as
you
know
;
and
at
that
time
a
man
begins
to
get
tired
of
running
about
the
world
.
I
'm
damnably
tired
of
it
;
and
do
n't
intend
to
keep
single
any
longer
.
I
'm
willing
to
have
Loo
for
my
wife
.
There
need
be
no
hurry
about
it
.
All
I
want
now
is
her
promise
;
signed
and
sealed
,
that
there
may
be
no
fluke
,
or
uncertainty
.
I
want
the
thing
settled
.
When
these
bothers
blow
past
,
it
will
be
time
enough
to
talk
of
the
wedding
business
,
and
that
sort
of
thing
.
"
The
word
"
bothers
,
"
with
the
speech
of
which
it
formed
part
,
grated
harshly
on
the
ear
of
a
father
,
mourning
for
his
murdered
son
!
The
spirit
of
Woodley
Poindexter
was
aroused
--
almost
to
the
resumption
of
its
old
pride
,
and
the
indignation
that
had
oft
accompanied
it
.
