Con. I like him too. I don't think I like him enough—I dare say I shall. It is so good of him to take poor me! He is very rich, they say.
Ger. Have you accepted him?
Con. I am afraid he thinks so.—Ye—e—s.—I hardly know.
Ger. Haven't you—been rather—in a hurry—Constance?
Con. No, indeed! I haven't been in a hurry at all. He has been a long time trying to make me like him. I have been too long a burden to Mrs. Clifford.
Ger. So! it is her doing, then!
Con. You were away, you know.
Ger. (bitterly) Yes; too far—chipping stones and making mud-pies!
Con. I don't know what you mean by that, Arthur.
Ger. Oh—nothing. I mean that—that—Of course if you are engaged to him, then—