“Ah, that’s right, dear,” said the young man flushing. “You always were the dearest and most honest and plain-spoken girl I ever met.”
“I try to be.”
“Of course; and look yonder, there’s old Pradelle, the dearest and best friend a fellow ever had, talking to Louise as I’m talking to you.”
“Yes, I’m afraid he is.”
“Afraid? Oh, come now, don’t be prejudiced. I want you to like Victor.”
“That would be impossible.”
“Impossible! What, the man who will most likely be Louie’s husband?”
“Mr Pradelle will never be Louie’s husband.”
“What! Why, how do you know?”
“Because I know your sister’s heart too well.”