"I don't know that I've any exact right to interfere, but isn't it about time you made up your mind whether you want it to go any farther?"
"What's the hurry?"
"Because," pursued the Governor, "it seems to me that going on as you're doing means either that you want to marry her, or that you're making a fool of her."
This pointed statement of the case awoke Dick's dormant conscience.
"And a cad of myself, you mean?" he asked.
"Same thing, isn't it?" replied his brother curtly.
"I suppose so," Dick admitted ruefully. "Hang it, I am a fool!"
"I don't imagine you want to do anything a gentleman wouldn't do. Only, if you do, you won't do it from my house—that's all."
"All right, old chap. Don't be so precious down on me. I didn't mean any harm. A fellow gets led on, you know—no, I don't mean by her—by circumstances, you know."