“But—but you’ve never seen me with her! I’m perfectly certain that in your presence I’ve never exchanged half a dozen words with her.”
“No, but she is the very girl mamma and I picked out for you, as being admirably suited to you in every way—sensible, practical, straightforward and quite nice-looking enough.”
“Quite nice-looking enough for me; I see.”
“Now don’t be angry. The fact that you’ve chosen her proves that she is nice-looking enough for you. And knowing how sensible you are, and how you always do the right thing, it was quite natural to expect that you would choose the right woman. When are you going to be married?”
“I don’t know,” answered Godwin, shortly, “it depends on who my wife is.”
“What! I thought you said you were engaged!”
“I am—or very near it. But I am going to give you one more chance.”
“And Miss Brownlow?”
Godwin shrugged his shoulders.
“She’ll suffer less at the loss of such an ordinary admirer as I than she would by gaining such an ordinary husband as I should make—to her.”