“Not she. In the first place, she is a Protestant; and, in the second, she is not a fool.”
“I will advertise.”
“The idea!”
“Do you think I am going to sit down with my hands before me, and lose her forever?”
“No, indeed; I don't think you are that sort of a man at all, ha! ha!”
“Oh, Miss Gale, pity me. Tell me how to find her. That Fanny Dover says women are only enigmas to men; they understand one another.”
“What,” said Rhoda, turning swiftly on him; “does that little chit pretend to read my noble Ina?”
“If she cannot, perhaps you can. You are so shrewd. Do tell me, what does it all mean?”
“It means nothing at all, I dare say; only a woman's impulse. They are such geese at times, every one of them.”
“Oh, if I did but know what country she is in, I would ransack it.”