“Eunice desires nothing—except myself; but as for Mrs. Dengelton, she thinks I am poor.”
“Oh! and are you poor?”
“No; on the contrary, I am very well off.”
“Then why don’t you place all your perfections before my dear aunt, and persuade her into consenting to the match.”
“I don’t want to do so—yet,” said Crispin, with some hesitation.
“Why all this mystery?”
“I cannot tell you just now, but you may be certain there is nothing wrong about the mystery. I will satisfy Mrs. Dengelton on all points shortly, and then, perhaps, I will have the felicity of being your cousin-in-law.”
“I wish you good luck.”
“You would not object to my marrying your cousin?” asked Crispin timidly.
“I?” said Maurice in amazement. “Certainly not! I believe in love matches; but, of course,—though I have but little to say in the matter,—I would like to know who you are, where you come from, and all that, before you become the husband of Eunice.”