“That it is more than you deserve, that’s all.”
“You have said but the truth, Miss Drummond. I was very proud and very foolish; but I had repented of my folly long before I was pressed; and I candidly acknowledge that I do not merit the good fortune I have met with. Can I say more?”
“No; I am satisfied with your repentance and acknowledgment. So, now you may sit down, and make yourself agreeable.”
“Before I do that, allow me to ask, as you address me as Mr Faithful, how am I to address you? I should not wish to be considered impertinent.”
“My name is Miss Drummond, but those who feel intimate with me call me Sarah.”
“I may reply that my name is Faithful, but those who feel intimate with me call me Jacob.”
“Very true; but allow me to observe that you show very little tact. You should never force a lady into a corner. If I appear affronted when you call me Sarah, then you will do wise to fall back upon Miss Drummond. But why do you fix your eyes upon me so earnestly?”
“I cannot help it, and must beg your pardon; but you are so improved in appearance since I last saw you. I thought no one could be more perfect, but—”
“Well, that’s not a bad beginning, Jacob. I like to hear of my perfections. Now follow up your but.”
“I hardly know what I was going to say, but I think it was that I do not feel as if I ought or can address you otherwise than as Miss Drummond.”