"No, my Porges,—not yet."
"Oh!—but you don't mean that you—ever will?"
"Would you be very grieved, and angry, if I did,—some day soon, my
Porges?"
"Well, I—I didn't think you were that kind of a man!" answered Small
Porges, sighing and shaking his head regretfully.
"I'm afraid I am, nephew."
"Do you really mean that you want to—marry my Auntie Anthea?"
"I do."
"As much as Mr. Cassilis does?"
"A great deal more, I think."
Small Porges sighed again, and shook his head very gravely indeed: