"Indeed?"
"Yes; the most flattering and glorious conviction!"
"Pray tell me?"
"She can prove to her heart's content that she is loved for herself, and herself alone. Poverty makes all equal——"
"True; but so does wealth," interrupted Lady Rohallion, annoyed by her own mismanagement in the beginning. "You are rich, but my son is also rich, and he loves you, Flora, well, truly, and devotedly."
"And have two days sufficed to summon all this truth and devotion?"
"Flora, Flora, you are well aware that it has been an old purpose and hope, between your parents and his, to unite or cement their old hereditary friendship by a stronger tie, and that this intended marriage has been an object of solicitude to all——"
"Save to those most interested in it—myself especially."
"Do not say so, my dear child—the match is most suitable."
A gesture of annoyance escaped Flora, but Lady Rohallion resumed: