“She is, indeed,” said Mr. W——.
“As good as she is beautiful,” continued Frank.
“You are right,” said Mr. W——, smiling at Frank’s enthusiasm.
“And do you know, Mr. W——,” continued Frank, “that I love that girl with all my heart and soul, and I mean to marry her?”
“Whether she is willing or not?” asked Mr. W——, still smiling, for he knew only too well what little chance there was for the young enthusiast.
“Why, you don’t think she would refuse me—the heir to millions. And I fancy I’m not bad-looking either.”
“You had better ask her, not me. She is the party most interested,” said Mr. W——, quietly.
“Well, that’s so. But, some way, though she is only a poor girl, she has such a queenly way about her that I’m almost afraid of her. I can’t talk to her, familiar and free, as I can to most girls of my acquaintance. But I know what I’ll do. Lizzie and her are just like two sisters. I’ll get Lizzie to court her for me.”
W—— laughed heartily at this idea. He had heard of kings courting and marrying by proxy in Europe, but the idea of a young American sovereign following the example struck him as being very funny.
And it was.