"But I have."
"Have what?"
"I have proposed to her."
"Well?"
"And she has refused me. You know all about it now, and there's no such great cause for joy."
"Oh, you have proposed to her. Have you spoken to her father or mother?"
"What was the use when she told me plainly that she did not care for me? Of course I should have asked her father. As to Lady Staveley, she and I got on uncommonly well. I'm almost inclined to think that she would not have objected."
"It would be a very nice match for them, and I dare say she would not have objected." And then for some ten minutes they sat looking at the fire. Peregrine had nothing more to say about it, and the baronet was thinking how best he might encourage his grandson.
"You must try again, you know," at last he said.
"Well; I fear not. I do not think it would be any good. I'm not quite sure she does not care for some one else."