He expected a more prosaic answer; but he took her cue. “I wish it was a great deal prettier than it is, and its owner a much better man; richer—wiser—”
“You are hard to please, Mr. Coventry.”
“Miss Carden—Grace—may I call you Grace?”
“It seems to me you have done it.”
“But I had no right.”
“Then, of course, you will never do it again.”
“I should be very unhappy if I thought that. Miss Carden, I think you know how dear you are to me, and have been ever since I first met you. I wish I had ten times more to offer you than I have. But I am only a poor gentleman, of good descent, but moderate means, as you see.” Comedie! (Bollinghope was the sort of house that generally goes with L5000 a year at least.)
“I don't care about your means, Mr. Coventry,” said Grace, with a lofty smile. “It is your amiable character that I esteem.”
“You forgive me for loving you; for hoping that you will let me lead you to my poor house there, as my adored wife?”
It had come; and, although she knew it was coming, yet her face was dyed with blushes.