“Don’t do that,” said the young man. “You make me want to kiss them.”
“You would not be so foolish, now.”
“I don’t know. And look here, I don’t like you being so thick with Capel.”
“Don’t you? He wants to marry me.”
“I’ll break his neck first.”
“You will act sensibly and well, mon cher,” said Katrine, “that is, if you mean that we are to be married by-and-by.”
“Mean it? Of course.”
“But not on a fortune of one hundred pounds each, mon cher.”
“Good Heavens! No.”
“Then hold your tongue, and say nothing.”