“Why not? Plenty of men will try to make you.”
“I told you just now that I don’t wish to marry and that I almost certainly never shall.”
“I know you did, and I like your ‘almost certainly’! I put no faith in what you say.”
“Thank you very much. Do you accuse me of lying to shake you off? You say very delicate things.”
“Why should I not say that? You’ve given me no pledge of anything at all.”
“No, that’s all that would be wanting!”
“You may perhaps even believe you’re safe—from wishing to be. But you’re not,” the young man went on as if preparing himself for the worst.
“Very well then. We’ll put it that I’m not safe. Have it as you please.”
“I don’t know, however,” said Caspar Goodwood, “that my keeping you in sight would prevent it.”
“Don’t you indeed? I’m after all very much afraid of you. Do you think I’m so very easily pleased?” she asked suddenly, changing her tone.