Only you have got sun and wind of me both."
"Come, come--I hate dodging."
"I daresay you do. But just let me shift round a bit, and see what you
will do then.--Are _you in love with Miss Cathcart?"
"Yes."
"Upon my word, I shouldn't have thought it. Here have we been all
positively conspiring to do her good, and you have been paying ten times
the attention to the dogs and horses that you have paid to her."
"By Jove! it's quite true. But I couldn't somehow."
"Then she hasn't encouraged you?"
"By Jupiter! you are frank enough now.--No, damn it--not a bit.--But she
used to like me, and she would again, if you would let her alone."
"Now, Mr. Percy, I'll tell you what.--I don't believe you are a bit in
love with her."
"She's devilish pretty."
"Well?"
"And I declare I think she got prettier and prettier every day till this
cursed ague took her.--Your fault too, my mother says."
"We'll leave your mother out of the question now, if you please. Do you
know what made her look prettier and prettier--for you are quite right
about that?"
"No.
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