"Indeed I am."
"He is so good. You don't know how good he is as yet; he never thinks of himself, and thinks so much of those he loves."
Beatrice took her friend's hand in her own and kissed it. She was full of joy. When a girl is about to be married, when she may lawfully talk of her love, there is no music in her ears so sweet as the praises of her lover.
"I made up my mind from the first that he should marry you."
"Nonsense, Patience."
"I did, indeed. I made up my mind that he should marry; and there were only two to choose from."
"Me and Miss Gushing," said Beatrice, laughing.
"No; not exactly Miss Gushing. I had not many fears for Caleb there."
"I declare she's very pretty," said Beatrice, who could afford to be good-natured. Now Miss Gushing certainly was pretty; and would have been very pretty had her nose not turned up so much, and could she have parted her hair in the centre.
"Well, I am very glad you chose me;—if it was you who chose," said Beatrice, modestly; having, however, in her own mind a strong opinion that Mr Oriel had chosen for himself, and had never had any doubt in the matter. "And who was the other?"