"My dear child, I dare not give advice on so important a matter. You are twenty-seven, and therefore old enough to know your own mind, and to please yourself."
"I mean to please myself, Aunt Caroline; but I want you to help me to find out what will please me."
"I will do all I can in that line with pleasure; but the decision must rest with you alone. Tell me your pros and cons."
Isabel thought for a moment. "The pros are that he is a good man, and a gentleman, and I love him, and he has the nicest eyes in the whole world."
Her aunt smiled. "And the cons?"
"The cons are that he has neither money nor position, and would be considered a poor match in the world in which I live."
"Do you think you would be happy with him?" asked Lady Farley.
"Radiantly so. He is so clever that I should let him make up my mind upon every subject. I think it must be lovely to have a husband to make up one's mind for one!"
"Some women prefer making up the husband's mind for him. It is merely a matter of taste, my dear Isabel. The only thing to be avoided is two separate minds in a house, each making itself up."
"I know," laughed Isabel, "a sort of William-and-Mary business."