"I say nothing about that. The man is my friend."
"And you ought to be proud of him."
"I never knew anybody yet that was proud of his friends. I like him well enough, but I can quite understand that the governor should object."
"Yes, we all know that," said she sadly.
"What would your father say if you wanted to marry someone who hadn't a shilling?"
"I should object myself,—without waiting for my father. But then,—neither have I a shilling. If I had money, do you think I wouldn't like to give it to the man I loved?"
"But this is a case of giving somebody else's money. They won't make her give it up by bringing such a young ass as that down here. If my father has persistency enough to let her cry her eyes out, he'll succeed."
"And break her heart. Could you do that?"
"Certainly not. But then I'm soft. I can't refuse."
"Can't you?"