'You speak but with truth in this; and yet he seems to have been somewhat the same with you.'
'Poor fellow—but ever so good and kind.'
'And—and you think, Olive dear, that you are beginning to love him as mamma wishes?'
'Nay—nay, I cannot admit that.'
'Even to me?' said Eveline, caressing her.
'Even to you. Did you not see his manner to-night with Ruby Logan?'
'To pique you, if possible, Olive; but when Allan proposes to you, as I am sure he will, and must do——'
'Must do!' interrupted Olive. 'Yes—there it is.'
'Well?'
'Then, and in that case, as the will has it, I shall tell him that, however I may esteem and regard him as my cousin, he can never be more, or nearer, or dearer than as such.'