"I have never heard it. In fact, I have to confess that I do not enjoy the opera as much as many. Probably my musical taste is not sufficiently developed."
She spoke rapidly, and somewhat nervously, hoping to prevent the major from carrying out what she perceived to be his intention. But she had to do with a man who was resolute of purpose.
"Miss Dearborn—Grace—" he said, abruptly, "I hope you are not quite unprepared for what I came here this evening to say. It consists of but three words—I love you!"
"Of course, I am very much flattered," said Grace, hurriedly, "but I am sorry to hear it."
"Why should you be sorry?"
"Because it is quite impossible for me to reciprocate your feelings."
"Don't say that, Miss Dearborn," returned Major Ashton, in a tone of mingled disappointment and mortification. "Can you not learn to love me?"
"Love does not come by learning, or by any conscious effort, Major Ashton. It should be spontaneous, and come from the heart."
"I do not wish to be vain, or to speak egotistically, Miss Dearborn, but I am generally considered an eligible match. My social position you know, and I am able to support a wife in luxury——"
"I do not care to question it," interrupted Grace. "I hope you will transfer your flattering proposal to some one who may prove to you a good wife, and——"