"I suppose so," said he, still blushing, but frowning at the same time.
"You see I can be very frank with a real friend. But I am sure of myself in this,—that I will never marry a man I do not love. A girl needn't love a man unless she likes it, I suppose. She doesn't tumble into love as she does into the fire. It would not suit me to marry a poor man, and so I don't mean to fall in love with a poor man."
"But you do mean to fall in love with a rich one?"
"That remains to be seen, Lord Silverbridge. The rich man will at any rate have to fall in love with me first. If you know of any one you need not tell him to be too sure because he has a good income."
"There's Popplecourt. He's his own master, and, fool as he is, he knows how to keep his money."
"I don't want a fool. You must do better for me than Lord Popplecourt."
"What do you say to Dolly Longstaff?"
"He would be just the man, only he never would take the trouble to come out and be married."
"Or Glasslough?"
"I'm afraid he is cross, and wouldn't let me have my own way."