"Do you, Peregrine, do you think so—really?"
Here, of course, I stopped to kiss her.
"The wonder is," said she, "the great wonder is that she didn't fall in love wi' you, Peregrine."
"I'm very glad she didn't! Besides, there's Anthony, so strong and tall and handsome, so altogether different to myself and much more likely to capture a woman's fancy."
"Not all women, Peregrine."
Here she stopped to kiss me.
"Barbara is a much—gentler sort of fine lady than—your aunt, I think—"
"Aunt Julia can be gentle also—sometimes, dear—"
"When she gets her own way, Peregrine!"
"You will learn to love her very much some day, I hope, Diana."