"That is a very different matter."
Harry Powell took another turn around the summerhouse. "I suppose you love him, though I don't understand how any girl could love such an insufferable bore."
"Harry, aren't you prejudiced against St. John?"
"Perhaps I am. But seriously, Marion, what can you find to admire in St. John?"
"He is a Ruthven."
"That is true."
"If I married him I would still remain a Ruthven."
"Then why not remain an old maid and likewise a Ruthven? It would be far better, take my word on it."
"Then you don't advise me to marry?"
"I don't advise you to marry St. John."