She was very hard upon him, and so he felt it. "I think that's not fair, Polly. What can I say to you better than that I love you, and will be good to you?"
"Oh, good to me! People are always good to me. Why shouldn't they?"
"Nobody will be so good as I will be,—if you will take me. Tell me, Polly, do you not believe me when I say I love you?"
"No;—I don't."
"Why should I be false to you?"
"Ah;—well;—why? It's not for me to say why. Father's been putting you up to this. That's why."
"Your father could put me up to nothing of the kind if it were not that I really loved you."
"And there's another thing, Mr. Newton."
"What's that, Polly?"
"I'm not at all sure that I'm so very fond of you."