"I gave it up last night," said Charlotte. "It's all over. I'm goin'
to pack my wedding things away."

"I don't see what makes you so sure."

"I know him."

"But I don't see what you've done, Charlotte; he didn't quarrel with
you."

"That don't make any odds. He can't get married to me now without he
breaks his will, and he can't. He can't get outside himself enough to
break it. I've studied it all out. It's like ciphering. It's all
over."

"Charlotte."

"What is it?"

"Why--couldn't you go somewhere else to get married? What's the need
of his comin' here, if he's been ordered out, and he's said he
wouldn't?"

"That's just the letter of it," returned Charlotte, scornfully. "Do
you suppose he could cheat himself that way, or I'd have him if he
could? When Barney Thayer went out of this house last night, and said
what he did, he meant that it was all over, that he was never going
to marry me, nor have anything more to do with us, and he's going to
stand by it. I am not finding any fault with him. I've made up my
mind that it's all over, and I'm going to pack away my weddin'