"If I tell you something, Aunt Stanbury, you mustn't be angry with me."
"Tell me what? What is it you have to tell me?"
"I don't think I shall ever care for Mr. Gibson;—not in that way."
"Why not, Dorothy?"
"I'm sure he doesn't care for me. And I don't think he means it."
"I tell you he does mean it. Mean it! Why, I tell you it has all been settled between us. Since I first spoke to you I have explained to him exactly what I intend to do. He knows that he can give up his house and come and live here. I am sure he must have said something about it to you to-night."
"Not a word, Aunt Stanbury."
"Then he will."
"Dear aunt, I do so wish you would prevent it. I don't like him. I don't indeed."
"Not like him!"