"You need not be afraid, Miss Linisfarne. I have seen Dan daily for the last three months, and every day I have grown to like him better."
"Are you in love with him?" sneered Miss Linisfarne.
Meg laughed heartily. Such an idea had never entered her mind, and she thought Miss Linisfarne was joking.
"Of course I am not in love with him," she said, smiling; "why, we are like brother and sister."
"You think so, but he does not. I tell you, Meg, he is a dishonourable man."
"And I tell you he is not!"
"He has a brave defender, I see! But what do you say of a man who professes to love two women at the same time?"
"I should call him a scoundrel. But such a thing is impossible. No one can love two women at once."
"Dan can," retorted Miss Linisfarne, in a taunting manner; "he loves you, and professes to love me."
"Stop, stop!" cried Meg, with a bewildered expression of countenance. "What do you say? Dan loves me?"