"I don't love Timothy," she said, at last, desperately.
"Nonsense!"
"But I don't!"
"Bah!... Love!" Miss Eliza was thoroughly disgusted. "What do you want to be so mawkish and sentimental for? Just like your father! You like Timothy, don't you? Then that's quite enough."
"But I couldn't marry anybody I didn't love." The persecuted one edged a little bit of a way nearer to the door.
"You don't know any thing about it," declared Miss Eliza, flatly. "What you call love is just pure silly!"
"Well," Arethusa despairingly presented her final bit of reasoning, "I hate Timothy! I think it's the very ugliest name I ever heard. I could never be happy married to anybody called 'Timothy'."
Miss Eliza sniffed. The girl was getting more and more foolish! "That certainly means nothing!"
"I always thought 'Timothy' was a good name," came softly from Miss Asenath. "I always liked 'Timothy' very much myself."
Arethusa melted suddenly. She remembered.