"Of course! But love at first sight——"
"I don't believe in such a thing."
"Oh, Amy, what about Romeo and Juliet?"
"They are only things in a play. I don't think Juliet was at all respectable, and if she had lived in London instead of Verona, I should never have allowed her to visit me. Mr. Montrose should have behaved himself properly."
"What do you call proper behaviour on his part?"
"Well, he should have spoken to me first!"
"Douglas's idea of propriety differs from yours, Amy. He thought it was best to tell my father that he wished to marry me, before speaking to you."
"He could do no less," snapped Mrs. Barrast, still ruffled. "Has he written to Mr. Enistor?"
"Yes. Two days ago; but he has not yet received an answer. Nor have I, for I wrote to my father at the same time, asking him to consent to our engagement."
"Oh, he'll consent quick enough—your father, that is," sniffed the little woman. "He owes me a great deal for bringing back that lost money to the family. If he is nice—I suppose he is nice, though Julian doesn't like him at all—I expect he'll give me a bracelet, or a muff-chain, or a——"