The actual date of the wedding was not fixed till two months had run. Though essentially adult and practical in all matters of business and daily life, Joanna was still emotionally adolescent, and her betrothed state satisfied her as it would never have done if her feelings had been as old as her years. Also this deferring of love had helped other things to get a hold on her--Martin was astonished to find her swayed by such considerations as sowing and shearing and marketing--"I can't fix up anything till I've got my spring sowings done"--"that ud be in the middle of the shearing"--"I'd sooner wait till I'm through the autumn markets." He discovered that she thought "next fall" the best time for the wedding--"I'll have got everything clear by then, and I'll know how the new ploughs have borne." He fought her and beat her back into June--"after the hay." He was rather angry with her for thinking about these things, they expressed a side of her which he would have liked to ignore. He did not care for a "managing" woman, and he could still see, in spite of her new moments of surrender, that Joanna eternally would "manage." But in spite of this his love for her grew daily, as he discovered daily her warmth and breadth and tenderness, her growing capacity for passion. Once or twice he told her to let the sowings and the shearings be damned, and come and get married to him quietly without any fuss at the registrar's. But Joanna was shocked at the idea of getting married anywhere but in church--she could not believe a marriage legal which the Lion and the Unicorn had not blessed. Also he discovered that she rejoiced in fuss, and thought June almost too early for the preparations she wanted to make. "I'm going to show 'em what a wedding's like," she remarked ominously--"I'm going to do everything in the real, proper, slap-up style. I'm going to have a white dress and a veil and carriages and bridesmaids and favours--" this was the old Joanna--"you don't mind, do you, Martin?" this was the new.