“Mr. Brunswick, please do not speak so to me again.”
“Why not?”
“I am here to help supply your wants, that you may regain your health, if it is God’s will that you live, but I am not here to listen to any senseless flattery, and I strictly forbid a repetition of such words.”
“But if I fall in love with you I can’t help it, for you are a devilish handsome woman.”
“I would advise you not to throw away your love,” she said, coldly, “and as for me, I should prefer the love of a gentleman.”
“Well, since you are so wonderfully particular, let me ask you what they call you?”
“Miss Elsworth.”
“What, the authoress!”
“I suppose so.”
“I beg your pardon, I didn’t know I was falling in love with one so far above me.”