“At least, let us have a game of whist,” said she.
“It seems to me,” I answered, “that you don’t feel very anxious to hear my reply.”
“You have made up your mind, I suppose?”
“I have, follow me.”
She followed me into an adjoining room, and after she had seated herself on a sofa, I told her that the hundred guineas were at her disposal.
“Then please to give the money to my aunt, otherwise these gentlemen might think I got it from you by some improper means.”
“I will do so.”
I tried to get possession of her, but in vain; and I ceased my endeavours when she said,—
“You will get nothing from me either by money or violence; but you can hope for all when I find you really nice and quiet.”
I re-entered the drawing-room, and feeling my blood boiling I began to play to quiet myself. She was as gay as ever, but her gaiety tired me. At supper I had her on my right hand, but the hundred impertinences which, under other circumstances, would have amused me, only wearied me, after the two rebuffs I had received from her.