'There is one thing you have forgotten,' she said. 'Your "ideal" is not complete, Mr. Rollo.' 'What do you suggest?' 'An ideal woman. I am waiting for that.' 'Did you think I was going to have a wedding without a bride?' 'Well—can you match the colours? You have put in the teakettles rather strong.' 'I hope they'll be strong,' said Dane, 'if they are anything. If there is anything I don't like, it is weak ware.' Hazel was silent, looking rather intently into the fire. 'I think I have mentioned everything except the bride's dress and the wedding journey. And the first subject I feel myself incompetent to approach. In general, the main thing is that it should gratify curiosity and be somehow in advance of anything of the kind ever worn before. Is not that the great point?' 'Did you ever set Prim to talk to me about my dress?' said Hazel, facing round upon him with a wide change of subject in her own mind. Dane, with his own still before him, laughed and said no; and then asked with some curiosity why she enquired?' 'I was afraid you had,—that is all.' 'That is a little too much. I never set other people to do my work.' He could see a gleam of pleasure cross her face, but she only said quietly, 'I am glad.' 'What did Prim say to you?' 'O it was some time ago—the night we were in Norway together. Prim asked me what I was going to "do" about dress. And to this day I do not know what she meant.' 'Your wedding dress?' 'Ah be quiet!' said Hazel. 'I am talking sense. Is your imagination too exhausted to bring you back to the land of reality?' 'I am speaking the most commonplace sense I possess. If Prim was not referring to your wedding dress, what did she mean?' 'That is just what I do not quite know. Prim asked that all of a sudden, and I said, I did not know what she meant by "do;" and she said "manage;" and I said I never managed. And then she said—at least asked—' 'What?' said Dane, a trifle imperatively. 'Whether I thought you would like to have me dress as I do,'—said Hazel in a low voice. The gray eyes took quick account of several items in the little lady's attire, then turned away; and Dane remarked that 'Prim had meant no harm.' 'No, not a bit. But it puzzled me,—and I looked down at my dress, just—as you did now. And Prim said, of course she did not mean what I wore _then_, but that I always dressed so beautifully. And then I thought,' said Hazel with the laugh in her voice, 'that maybe she thought it was wrong to have one's dress hang right. And next morning I was naughty enough to pull out her loopings and do them over. Then I asked her if she felt demoralized, or something. And Prim wanted to know if I thought she meant _that?_ and bade me look at your dress. Which I have, very often,' Hazel added with a shy glance, 'but I do not find that it gives me any help about my own.'