"She is a dear, loving, sweet-tempered creature, who is only too ready to yield in all things."
"But she wouldn't yield about Gibson," said Brooke.
"How did she and my aunt manage?"
"Your sister simply said she couldn't,—and then that she wouldn't. I never thought from the first moment that she'd take that fellow. In the first place he can't say boo to a goose."
"But Dolly wouldn't want a man to say—boo."
"I'm not so sure of that, old fellow. At any rate I mean to try myself. Now,—what'll the old woman say?"
"She'll be pleased as Punch, I should think," said Stanbury.
"Either that;—or else she'll swear that she'll never speak another word to either of us. However, I shall go on with it."
"Does Dorothy know anything of this?" asked Stanbury.
"Not a word," said Brooke. "I came away a day or so after Gibson was settled; and as I had been talked to all through the affair by both of them, I couldn't turn round and offer myself the moment he was gone. You won't object;—will you?"