“How many words have you exchanged with this ne plus ultra of loveliness?”
“Not one. I got but one look in her face, one glance from her bewildering eye, yet the memory of both will dwell in my heart while I live.”
“In short, Frank, you went there to save papa from a snare, and are yourself a victim. I see through it all. I have got to take this matter in hand. You men with susceptible hearts are just good for nothing.”
“You had better not meddle in the matter, sister dear. I do not think our father is in danger, at present, at any rate.”
“Well, if papa isn’t, Brother Frank is. So I’m going to get that dangerously beautiful girl out of the way. I’ll do it if I have to make love to Mr. W—— himself, to get him to discharge her.”
“I don’t think he’d look at you, after seeing her.”
“Frank, this is a downright insult. Comparing a Legare to a poor bindery girl.”
“Sister, I did not mean it as such. But in sober earnest I do believe that Mr. W—— is in love with this paragon himself.”
“Poh! Because you are a fool, do not think every one is like you.”
“You are strangely complimentary, Miss Legare.”