“Tolerably,” said I, smiling. “But you do like him now?”
“Yes.”
Another pause of consideration and then a second decisive “yes.”
“I like him,” she went on, “because he is good-natured, and sincere. Besides, he suits Lisabel, and people are so different, that it would be ridiculous to expect to choose one's sister's husband after the pattern of one's own. The two would probably not agree in any single particular.”
“Indeed,” said I, amused at her frankness. “For instance?”
“Well, for instance, Lisa likes talking, and I silence, or being talked to, and even that in moderation. Hark!”
We listened a minute to Treherne's hearty laugh and incessant chitter-chatter.
“Now, my sister enjoys that, she says it amuses her; I am sure it would drive me crazy in a week.”
I could sympathise a little in this sentiment.
“But,” with sudden seriousness, “I beg you to understand, Doctor Urquhart, that I am not speaking against Captain Treherne. As I told you, I like him; I am quite satisfied with him, as a brother-in-law. Only, he is not exactly the sort of person one would choose to spend a week with in the Eddystone Lighthouse.”