“No one in the way you suggest—I am not a bit susceptible.”
“That is to say, not yet, but being young, pretty, and rich, a great match will come along some day.”
“If it does I shall blow it out!” she rejoined with a happy laugh.
“Are you not bored to death at Clonallon?”
“Not always. I like the old gardens, and the park, and I love this bog—somehow I find it curiously alluring; a sort of wild, out of the world, dreamy place.”
After a short silence, he said:
“It is awfully good of you to take an interest in me.”
“I do more,” she interrupted. “I am going to offer you an idea—an idea which has just flashed into my mind: why not enlist?”
“Enlist?” he repeated; “take the King’s Shilling?”
“Yes, if I were in your place I’d do it like a shot.”