“Her family! She has no family! She’s the loneliest as well as the sweetest, wisest, best of creatures! If she were only a tenth as good, I should be a happier man. I can’t think of parting with her; not for all I possess.”
Hubert stared a moment. “Why, you are in love.”
“Yes,” said Roger, blushing. “I am in love.”
“Dear me!” murmured Hubert.
“I am not ashamed of it,” rejoined Roger, softly.
It was no business of Hubert’s, certainly; but he felt the least bit disappointed. “Well,” he said coolly, “why don’t you marry her?”
“It is not so simple as that!”
“She will not have you?”
Roger frowned impatiently. “Reflect a moment. You pretend to be a man of delicacy.”
“You mean she is too young? Nonsense. If you are sure of her, the younger the better.”