“Yes,” said Lord Trafford, very gravely. “I have proposed to Miss Chetwynde.”
“And she has accepted you? Thank the Lord!”
“You are a little too previous,” said Trafford, rather grimly. “She has not accepted me. She has asked for time to consider the proposal.”
Lord Selvaine smiled.
“The same thing, my dear Traff—at least, I trust so. The woman who hesitates is won.”
“Do not be too sure,” said Trafford. “It is as likely as not that she will refuse me in the end.”
Lord Selvaine smiled again; and the smile seemed to irritate Trafford.
“Do not be too confident,” he said. “Miss Chetwynde is— I do not think you understand her, Selvaine.”
“As long as you do, it does not matter,” said Lord Selvaine.
“Ah!” said Trafford. “I did not say that I myself understood her. She is unlike any woman I have ever met; and she will follow the dictates of her own heart.”