"I don't know. I do love him; but if I heard he was going to marry another girl to-morrow it would make me very happy."
"Then you can't love him?"
"I feel as though I should think the same of any man who wanted to marry me. But let me go on with my story. Everybody I care for wishes me to take him. I know that Aunt Sarah feels quite sure that I shall at last, and that she thinks I ought to do so at once. My friend, Janet Fenwick, cannot understand why I should hesitate, and only forgives me because she is sure that it will come right, in her way, some day. Mr. Fenwick is just the same, and will always talk to me as though it were my fate to live at Bullhampton all my life."
"Is not Bullhampton a nice place?"
"Very nice; I love the place."
"And Mr. Gilmore is rich?"
"He is quite rich enough. Fancy my inquiring about that, with just £1200 for my fortune."
"Then why, in God's name, don't you accept him?"
"You think I ought?"
"Answer my question;—why do you not?"