"Geoffrey Danvers!" and Jack's voice was full of horror. "You must not be so idiotic!"
The young man laughed lightly as he answered—
"Object, argue and discuss as much as you like. I'll talk to you for hours about her. Why should I not marry that sweet girl? Tell me?"
"Well, after all she's only a—only a——"
"Only a model! What on earth has that got to do with it?"
"It's a very serious objection on earth, whatever it may be in heaven," retorted Jack, flattering himself he had been rather smart.
"And don't you know where marriages are made? I tell you she is the one woman Heaven intended for me. Don't think I love her only for her beauty—though she is lovely beyond all words. But if her eyes were small and squinting, yet had that same beautiful soul shining out of them——"
Jack interrupted. Even his limited imagination was capable of supplying the conclusion of this sentiment.
"Look here, Geoff! Do see reason."
"I prefer to see Evarne."