"I can only think of one other;—but you would not take him."
"Then you had better not mention him. It is no good crowding the list with impossibles."
"I was thinking of—myself."
"You are certainly one of the impossibles."
"Why, Lady Mab?"
"For twenty reasons. You are too young, and you are bound to oblige your father, and you are to be wedded to Parliament,—at any rate for the next ten years. And altogether it wouldn't do,—for a great many reasons."
"I suppose you don't like me well enough?"
"What a question to ask! No; my Lord, I do not. There; that's what you may call an answer. Don't you pretend to look offended, because if you do, I shall laugh at you. If you may have your joke surely I may have mine."
"I don't see any joke in it."
"But I do. Suppose I were to say the other thing. Oh, Lord Silverbridge, you do me so much honour! And now I come to think about it, there is no one in the world I am so fond of as you. Would that suit you?"