"Well, well, put it that way if you like; but what I was going to say is that I, as far as I am concerned, think it a good thing for young Wilson—Walter—that the whole affair is ended."
"Do you really mean that, Mr. Grigson?" asked John in a troubled tone.
"Yes, I do. I have nothing to say against the girl particularly; but I don't approve of cousins marrying, in any case. And in this case, the young fellow may do better for himself, and can scarcely do worse, than by marrying that young woman."
"I am afraid, then, that I am not to have your help," said John, dolefully.
"Not in patching up the quarrel, just because I think it is a good thing they did quarrel."
"But think of the poor young person," John pleaded.
Mr. Grigson smiled. "You take a great interest in the poor young person," said he.
And John acknowledged that he did.
"Now, I don't," said the squire, bluntly; "for I think she is feather-brained, and won't make a good wife for any man. Look at her up-bringing."
"But that is not her fault," argued John.