"And why shouldn't she?"
"Because she doesn't know you."
"They soon get to know one,—girls of that sort. I'm told that in the West Indies you become as thick as thieves in half a morning's flirtation, and are expected to propose at the second meeting."
"That is not to be your way with our cousin, I can assure you."
"But these proposals out there never mean much. You may be engaged to half a dozen girls at the same time, and be sure that each of them will be engaged to half-a-dozen men. There's some comfort in that, you know."
"Oh, Ralph!"
"That's what they tell me. I haven't been there. I shall come and look at her, you know."
"Of course you will."
"And if she is very lovely—"
"What then?"