"And no governor shall make me marry. I've thought a great deal about it since that other time, and that's what I've come to determine."
"But I don't know why you shouldn't—just marry me—because you—like me."
"Only,—just because I don't. Well; I do like you, Lord Nidderdale."
"Thanks;—so much!"
"I like you ever so,—only marrying a person is different."
"There's something in that to be sure."
"And I don't mind telling you," said Marie with an almost solemn expression on her countenance, "because you are good-natured and won't get me into a scrape if you can help it, that I do like somebody else;—oh, so much."
"I supposed that was it."
"That is it."
"It's a deuced pity. The governors had settled everything, and we should have been awfully jolly. I'd have gone in for all the things you go in for; and though your governor was screwing us up a bit, there would have been plenty of tin to go on with. You couldn't think of it again?"