"Don't you think, Mary, you could say a kind
word to me?"
"I never said anything unkind."
"You can't think ill of me for loving you better than all the
world."
"I don't think ill of you at all. I think very well of you."
"That's kind."
"So I do. How can I help thinking well of you, when I've never
heard anything but good of you?"
"Then why shouldn't you say at once that you'll have me, and make
me the happiest man in all the county?"
"Because--"
"Well!"
"I told you before, Mr. Twentyman, and that ought to have been
enough. A young woman doesn't fall in love with every man that she
thinks well of. I should like you as well as all the rest of the
family if you would only marry some other girl,"
"I shall never do that."
"Yes you will;--some day."
"Never. I've set my heart upon it, and I mean to stick to it. I'm
not the fellow to turn about from one girl to another. What I want
is the girl I love. I've money enough and all that kind of thing of
my own."
"I'm sure you're disinterested, Mr. Twentyman."
"Yes, I am. Ever since you've been home from Bragton it has been
the same thing, and when I felt that it was so, I spoke up to your
father honestly. I haven't been beating about the bush, and I
haven't done anything that wasn't honourable." They were very near
the last stile now.
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