The words and tone were earnest enough, but failed to convey to Grace the idea of sincerity.
She was persuaded that Major Ashton, less than any of her acquaintances, was in danger of dying of a broken heart, and she felt provoked that he should try to impose upon her.
"Let me suggest, Major Ashton," she said, "that you have ill chosen your opportunity. To-night, at least, you might spare me."
"Spare you!" repeated Major Ashton, in evident pique. "Is then what I say so disagreeable to you?"
"It is unwelcome tonight at least."
"Then will you grant me another interview?" he asked, earnestly. "Doubtless you are right. I should not take up your time to-night. I will leave you at once if you will let me call to-morrow, or any other day soon."
"You may call, if you desire it, but I must say, plainly, that it will do no good. The answer I have already given you is final."
"I am not accustomed to be treated with such disdain," said Ashton, biting his lip. "It may seem conceited to say so, but there is more than one young lady here to-night who would gladly accept what I have offered you. Miss Framley for instance."
"Then let me suggest that you offer your heart where it will be gladly accepted," returned Grace, calmly.
If Major Ashton fancied he could excite Miss Dearborn's jealousy, the fancy was a very ridiculous one.