"Your papa understands everything so very well that I am sure he would not let him come if it were not proper."
"I suppose not," said Madeline.
"And now I look upon the matter as all settled."
"What matter, mamma?"
"That he—that he is to come here as your lover."
"Oh, no, mamma. Pray don't imagine that. It is not so at all. What should I do if you were to say anything to make him think so?"
"But you told me that you loved him."
"So I do, mamma."
"And he told your papa that he was desperately in love with you."
"I don't know, mamma."