"What's it all about?" asked Neefit in disgust.
"Well; yes. Have you talked to Polly herself about this, old fellow?"
"No, I ain't; and I don't mean."
"Twice I went to her, and twice she refused me. Come, Neefit, be reasonable. A man can't be running after a girl all his life, when she won't have anything to say to him. I did all that a man could do; and upon my honour I was very fond of her. But, God bless my soul,—there must be an end to everything."
"There ain't to be no end to this, Mr. Newton."
"I'm to marry the girl whether she will or not?"
"Nohow," said Mr. Neefit, oracularly. "But when a young gentleman asks a young lady as whether she'll have him, she's not a-going to jump down his throat. You knows that, Mr. Newton. And as for money, did I ask for any settlement? I'd a' been ashamed to mention money. When are you a-coming to see our Polly, that's the question?"
"I shall come no more, Mr. Neefit."
"You won't?"
"Certainly not, Mr. Neefit. I've been twice rejected."