"Well, I can't say that I am comfortable in the presence of a woman who stoops so low to gain her ends; but let us get down to business."
"Business? You mean you wish to know why I act in this way?"
"Well, I have a sort of idea of your motive. Still--"
"Still, you must be blind," she interrupted, "not to see that I am in love with you and wish to marry you."
"You go the right way about getting me to be your husband, I must say," said the young man, sarcastically. "I shall love you immensely if you succeed in leading me to the altar against my will. Get someone else to woo you," he ended.
"No; I want you."
"You can't have me."
"Edwin"--she leant forward and extended her arms imploringly--"don't be so cruel. It is not my fault that I have fallen in love with you. The moment I met you I wished you to become my husband. After all, I am not so old and not so ugly that you should scorn me. Also, I am rich; I have brains----"
"With regard to that last," he interrupted, "I don't think you have. Otherwise, you would scarcely proceed with your love-making in this way."
"It is the man who should make love;" she panted, fiercely.