“And you—you have told him you would be?”
“Yes, uncle. Papa approves of it, I know; and Robert is so brave and strong and manly. Don’t you think it is right?”
The major gave his hat a tilt on one side, and scratched his grey head vigorously.
“Look here, Glynne,” he cried; “you are the most extraordinary girl I ever knew.”
“I’m very sorry, uncle,” she replied. “I can’t help being so.”
“No, no, of course not. But look here—do you love Rolph?”
“Oh yes, uncle, very much indeed.”
“How do you know you do?” cried the major, in the tone of an examiner dealing viva voce with a candidate for a post in the army.
“Oh, because he loves me,” said Glynne, naïvely; “and, you see, I’ve known him a little ever since he was a boy.”
“Yes, but look here; what makes you love him? Have you no other reason?”