"You can't be in love with Hugh Brokenshire."
Fearing attack from an unexpected quarter, I clasped my hands with some emotion.
"Oh, but, madam, why not?"
The reply nearly knocked me down.
"Because you're too sensible a girl. He's as stupid as an owl."
"He's very good and kind," was all I could find to say.
"Yes; but what's that? A girl like you needs more than a man who's only good and kind. Heavens above, you'll want some spice in your life!"
I maintained my meek air as I said:
"I could do without the spice if I could be sure of bread and butter."
"Oh, if you're marrying for a home let me tell you you won't get it. Hugh'll never be able to offer you one, and his father wouldn't let him if he was."