"Indeed, Prof. Poppendorf, I do not doubt your learning or your fame, but I can not marry a man old enough to be my grandfather."
"So, I am not so sure about that. I am old enough to be your father, but—"
"Never mind! We will not argue the point. I hope you will say no more. I can not marry you."
"Ah! is there another? Haf I a rival?" demanded the Professor, frowning fiercely. "It is that Dr. Fenwick?"
"No, it is not."
"I do not think he would care to marry you."
"And I don't want to marry him, though I think him a very nice young gentleman."
"Who is it, then?"
"If you must know," said Ruth, pettishly, "it is that young man who took supper with us not long ago."